Lyrics I’m Perfect by KenTheMan

(You could ask Bigg Cuz)
Yeah
Ayy

My name Big Ken, some call me Ms. Boss
So bad, got banned off of TikTok
They don't like me, but I'm big in they group talk
Bitches really be some fans in they group, though
Northside, we in this bitch
No, I ain't a Crip, but double C's in this bitch
Big Blood, everybody eat in my clique
Got bars, hope they don't ID in this bitch
I'm T'd up, I was tore down
Niggas shitted on me, know they pissed I'm up now
No job, no car, no house
Niggas act like bitches and they gettin' slut out
So fresh, wipe me down like I'm Boosie
Bougie bitch, but I dress like a hoochiе
Got niggas in them DMs lookin' goofy
Tryna be face-first in thе coochie

I'm perfect, bitch, flawless
Block his number, he gon' find a way to call it
Email, DM, no caller
Cut him off and now he actin' like a stalker
I'm perfect, don't you see it?
Too hard, I just make it look easy
I would stop it, but these hatin' hoes need me
Why they watchin' when they really hate to see it?

Ayy, you hoes stay in my mix like I raised y'all
Fake page after fake page, I should pay y'all
You hoes got too much time, need a day job
I should hire some of you bitches just to lay off
I'm not really friendly, I don't keke
Link up, I don't want friends, bitches sneaky
Eat 'til a bitch shakin' and she leaky
First, he was actin' stiff with me, now he clingy
I'm mean, but I'm worth it
He can't be my ho if he don't blow me like a circuit
I'm her, he can't find a better person
Ain't no other bitch like me, I know he hurtin'

I'm perfect, bitch, flawless
Block his number, he gon' find a way to call it
Email, DM, no caller
Cut him off and now he actin' like a stalker
I'm perfect, don't you see it?
Too hard, I just make it look easy
I would stop it, but these hatin' hoes need me
Why they watchin' when they really hate to see it?

I'm straight, money too
In another bitch mouth, what's new?
You wanna be a bitch friend, what's tea?
Oh, now they linkin' up together, that's cute
f*ck a ho, f*ck a bitch 'til she loose
I'm designered down to the socks, to the shoes
All my shit brand new, unused
You gotta give your shit back when you're through

Kinda shit is that?
Y'all hoes gotta stop playin' like I ain't the motherf*ckin' one
We ain't finna do that