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Yeat - Perfect Timing Lyrics

Perfect Timing Lyrics[Intro]
(Hell yeah)

[Chorus]
You want bands, you want bands
You gon' make the bands dance
All my diamonds yeah they bussing
Yeah, they do some handstands
How the hell are you gon' lie then say that I'm the badman
I'm in Nickies and Chanelly part of a Balenci band, man
I mean I can get you Ricky if you really want, ma'am
We got way, way too much money I don't think they understand
I mean I can get you drippy if you really want, ma'am
All she wanted just a tinted on a Instagram ad
You so mini, you so kitty, and you going out sad
Yeah, this Bentley ain't no kidding
Yeah, this V8 ain't no drag (Skrrr)
All my money has been hating yeah they can't get off my ass
Boy when you try to talk to me, get caught up in the past
Why you always on my phone
You bugging me just like a pest
She said she just up on me yeah for sex, I don't even stress
Yeah, matter of fact yeah, we can take that Percocet and make a mess
Yeah, shit lets hop on that private jet, escape the feds

[Verse]
Shit, too real, shit too rare
Yeah we fucked up off the meds
I don't know
I don't care
I couldn't care less what you said
All these diamonds yeah they bussing
Yeah they go right through the head
Why you care about what we doing, boy you sounding like the feds

[Chorus]
You want bands, you want bands
You gon' make the bands dance
All my diamonds yeah they bussing
Yeah, they do some handstands
How the hell are you gon' lie then say that I'm the badman
I'm in Nickies and Chanelly part of a Balenci band, man
I mean I can get you Ricky if you really want, ma'am
We got way, way too much money I don't think they understand
I mean I can get you drippy if you really want, ma'am
All she wanted just a tinted on a Instagram ad
You so mini, you so kitty, and you going out sad
Yeah, this Bentley ain't no kidding
Yeah, this V8 ain't no drag (Skrrr)
All my money has been hating yeah they can't get off my ass
Boy when you try to talk to me, get caught up in the past
Why you always on my phone
You bugging me just like a pest
She said she just up on me yeah for sex, I don't even stress
Yeah, matter of fact yeah, we can take that Percocet and make a mess
Yeah, shit lets hop on that private jet, escape the feds

[Verse]
Shit, too real, shit too rare
Yeah we fucked up off the meds
I don't know
I don't care
I couldn't care less what you said
All these diamonds yeah they bussing
Yeah they go right through the head
Why you care about what we doing, boy you sounding like the feds