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Redzone Collective - Perfect Timing Lyrics



Redzone Collective - Perfect Timing Lyrics
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Aye
Weekend... Classic
Weekend... Classic
Aye... Aye... Aye
Aye... Aye... Aye... Aye
Shoulda seen me the weekend of the classic
Riding in that 96 Caprice thats a classic
Bumpin' Trap Jack thats a Magic City Classic
Feelin' Stuntastic yeah I'm stunnin' on these bastards
Cuz its widespread panic
Yeah the new shit jammin'
I'm the new Nick Cannon
Wild 'n Out, where's the camera?
Yo, this shit is bananas
Tell em holla at ya boy
Ain't No Doubt I rock steady
Gwen Stefani on the chorus
I'm bout that paper, yes of course
Ballin' like a court
Stand up in the engine
Bust the gas, motorsport
Going harder than before (yea)
Gotta fill the void
I got niggas paranoid
Thats the shit that I live for
Aye... Aye...
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
Yea... You know what I mean?
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
Yea...Uh... Do you know what I mean?
I gotta get it
It was perfect timing
I returned, not a King of Diamond
Now I'm back in the Magic City
Pour it up, got my niggas with me
Roll it up, don't need Jehovah's Witness
If she bad, pay them thighs a visit
My verse, when it gets explicit
One line, hunt the competition
I rap, now I'm tired of bitches
Any means necessary, gotta get it
No bodyguard, got them jackers with me
Brought the whole state, you just got the city
Trap Jack yeah he riding with me
Heavy metal got the iron with me
Take off, what you call Hemi?
Green Charger C's No limits
Trap taught me don't worry bout em
I get around ask your girl about em
I got the clouds, what your know about em?
I'm on the cloud you should know about em
Hard work, make it look easy
Eyes low make look sleazy
No cameras but we all cheesin'
Can't quit cuz the streets need me
Know what I mean?
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
Yea... You know what I mean?
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
Yea...Uh... Do you know what I mean?
(Yeah Hoe)
(Get Em)
(Yeah Hoe)
(Get Em) (Get Em)
(Yeah Hoe)
(Get Em)
(Get Em)(Get Em)
IM FUCKIN WITH IT 2K
(Get Em) (Get Em)
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Aye
Weekend... Classic
Weekend... Classic
Aye... Aye... Aye
Aye... Aye... Aye... Aye
Shoulda seen me the weekend of the classic
Riding in that 96 Caprice thats a classic
Bumpin' Trap Jack thats a Magic City Classic
Feelin' Stuntastic yeah I'm stunnin' on these bastards
Cuz its widespread panic
Yeah the new shit jammin'
I'm the new Nick Cannon
Wild 'n Out, where's the camera?
Yo, this shit is bananas
Tell em holla at ya boy
Ain't No Doubt I rock steady
Gwen Stefani on the chorus
I'm bout that paper, yes of course
Ballin' like a court
Stand up in the engine
Bust the gas, motorsport
Going harder than before (yea)
Gotta fill the void
I got niggas paranoid
Thats the shit that I live for
Aye... Aye...
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
Yea... You know what I mean?
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
Yea...Uh... Do you know what I mean?
I gotta get it
It was perfect timing
I returned, not a King of Diamond
Now I'm back in the Magic City
Pour it up, got my niggas with me
Roll it up, don't need Jehovah's Witness
If she bad, pay them thighs a visit
My verse, when it gets explicit
One line, hunt the competition
I rap, now I'm tired of bitches
Any means necessary, gotta get it
No bodyguard, got them jackers with me
Brought the whole state, you just got the city
Trap Jack yeah he riding with me
Heavy metal got the iron with me
Take off, what you call Hemi?
Green Charger C's No limits
Trap taught me don't worry bout em
I get around ask your girl about em
I got the clouds, what your know about em?
I'm on the cloud you should know about em
Hard work, make it look easy
Eyes low make look sleazy
No cameras but we all cheesin'
Can't quit cuz the streets need me
Know what I mean?
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
Yea... You know what I mean?
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
I gotta get it
I gotta get it
By any means
Yea...Uh... Do you know what I mean?
(Yeah Hoe)
(Get Em)
(Yeah Hoe)
(Get Em) (Get Em)
(Yeah Hoe)
(Get Em)
(Get Em)(Get Em)
IM FUCKIN WITH IT 2K
(Get Em) (Get Em)
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Writer: Christian Anderson, Steve Allen
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Performed By: Redzone Collective
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Christian Anderson, Steve Allen

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