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Rell Vert - Perfect Aim Lyrics

[intro]
Alright, alright, yup
Yup, bitch

[Chorus]
If you said smoke, you can't put out the flame
Bro [?] since he been in the game
All this ice on me, you would think I’m a stain
Run up on me, I'm a blow out your brain
Exchange for a 2020, ain't [?] change
Shooting up close, got perfect aim
Bitch, on my dick, she chase the fame
Got in this bitch and I changed the game
In this fast ass car, I’m changing lanes
Whatever I do, people doin' the same
Boy, you is not me, we don't shoot it the same
I was taught get close and aim at a brain
Niggas be gay, they be chasin' the fame
She think she my bitch, causе she rockin' my chain
I been clappin' niggas down, now I'm tryin' to get paid
Going broke don’t еven cross my brain

[Verse]
Free ass AP, he a stain
Seven, that bitch, we the gang
Shot his ass in his chest, he don’t breathe the same
I came in icy, I'm a leave the same
Bitches all on our dick when we hit the scene
She want me to cuff I’m like what you mean?
Young nigga gettin' money and I'm chasing my dream
Ain't a ball hog I’ll pass the bitch to my team
Stackin' money shit tall just like Yao Ming
Bitch said that she love me, I'm like why you leave?
The bitch on my dick, I'm like let me breathe
Fold a nigga, got kick, I let it squeeze
Niggas talkin' that shit, not on a thing
She ask do I love her, I'm like what you mean?
On the road to the riches and finer things
What the fuck do you mean, these designer jeans
[Chorus]
If you said smoke, you can't put out the flame
Bro [?] since he been in the game
All this ice on me, you would think I'm a stain
Run up on me, I'm a blow out your brain
Exchange for a 2020, ain't [?] change
Shooting up close, got perfect aim
Bitch, on my dick, she chase the fame
Got in this bitch and I changed the game
In this fast ass car, I'm changing lanes
Whatever I do, people doin' the same
Boy, you is not me, we don't shoot it the same
I was taught get close and aim at a brain
Niggas be gay, they be chasin' the fame
She think she my bitch, cause she rockin' my chain
I been clappin' niggas down, now I'm tryin' to get paid
Going broke don't even cross my brain