WhoCamille - Picture Perfect

Long nails like a freak hoe
Braids sweepin my ankles
Forces crispy panko
Flickin me up and they catchin my angles
Been cold since the winter
Of '91 in December
You is a Opp not a member
Mixy ass bitch need to go in the blender
Doin the dash on the freeway
Do what I want that's the Free way
My Philly jawn I call him Freeway
Hit up my bitch I might give him a three way
Countin up the cash that's math
Stay in school go to class
Pedal to the medal all gas
My shit green cuz I water my grass
Pop my shit hit a nerve wit a nigga
Had to swerve on a nigga
I'm gone
Two door coupe how I move
Through the city when I cruise
Wit my bitties til the break of dawn
Gotta give my car a lil head just to start that bitch
Man I shoulda been dead had to dart that shit
Write music all day watch me chart these hits
Smoke in the air when I spark my spliff
Walk wit a twist I'm baby
Sweet as ya favorite aunt Sadie
Better get right before you get left
I only do yeses no maybes
He said that he wanna see me
I told him to cut on his tv
He called me a trip and said I'm too much
I don't know why he don't believe me
Money, money, money monster
Get me the crab wit the lobster
Fettuccini my pasta
Father so proud that's my personal Oscar
I ride on the beat like nascar
I study this shit like flash cards
410 shit imma drag star
Giving em the blues now my new name avatar
Ooohh
Paparazzi flashing
Camera ready when I prime out bitch I'm snappin
Ooohh
You see this body how I work it
Traffic jamming, Show stopping, picture perfect
Ooohh
Paparazzi flashing
Camera ready when I prime out bitch I'm snappin
Ooohh
You see this body how I work it
Traffic jamming, Show stopping, picture perfect

Written by:
Camille Freeman

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