Lyrics Fred The Godson – I Aint Perfect
Text:
Fred The Godson:
She used to wall words with Fred
Now we barely talk Mark Wahlberg and Ted
Things that were said apologies ain’t come with it
You love Fred, but hated God
Told you skies the limit I might become a star
I’m what hip hop needs, plus I’m in too deep
Its the same book that Nas and Jay read
Ok leave, that’s what I told you
Now you text messaging n I wish I could hold you
But I want the old you, Mama I ain’t new to this
I’m tryna be Ludacris, what you saying is ludicrous
I tried bringing her but if your dream get shot
Ask Jesse Jackson, you’ll start pointing fingers
Sorry we couldn’t make it together
I had to leave, I ain’t want to hate you forever
Raelis:
Ugly nights, of getting no sleep
Feel like the worlds falling down on me
Getting sick of tired of running these streets
How is it supposed to be? Gotta know I ain’t perfect, no
Gotta know I ain’t perfect, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fred The Godson:
This girl said I’m slick with my tongue from a
?
She wished I could lick her a little, sangria
You got furious, I mean she probably want you too
You know these straight broke bitches is bitchcurious
I’m just saying, I know you old fashioned, I’m just playing
So they stop me and they ask for a picture now what you telling me?
Cause I’m your man, and I’m hot in these streets, ignore the fan?
I get love, I show love
Now I get bitches that’s in Vogue, so like En Vogue Hold On to your love
I tried bringing her but if your dream get shot
Ask Jesse Jackson, you’ll start pointing fingers
Sorry we couldn’t make it together
I had to leave, I ain’t want to hate you forever
Raelis:
Ugly nights, of getting no sleep
Feel like the worlds falling down on me
Getting sick of tired of running these streets
How is it supposed to be? Gotta know I ain’t perfect, no
Gotta know I ain’t perfect, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gotta know I ain’t perfect, no
Gotta know I ain’t perfect, no
Gotta know I ain’t perfect, no
Ugly nights, of getting no sleep
Feel like the worlds falling down on me
Getting sick of tired of running these streets
How is it supposed to be?
Album
Fred The Godson – Fred The Godson - Fat Boy Fresh
