The Purist - Perfect Plex lyrics

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The Purist - Perfect Plex lyrics

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ay, yo Ay, yo Jeremy Scott, Moschino apron Used to do 100 up's, 100 dips on a yard baking We spent the max of commissary, sly coming home in Neveruary He washed my hands, I washed his, you talking, you'll get buried Valentino velour suits in the mess hall, s**a think he prettier than me, cut his neck off Keep slacking, MAC-11 out the G-Wagen [?], pistol-whip the kid, he picked his teeth up Sip a buzz on the angle, duffle when we re'd up Fiends on the block haven't seen this cashmere ski-mask sh** The heat blasting, Gina's titties sagging while she bagging Suede prada jackets, Balenciaga's burgundy Tom Ford still wanna murder me for nothing Different color shark heads, BAPEin' He shot up a store to shake it He fell through a gla** wall, I hit the backdoor Praise me, I'm so elegant Used to rock the Alex McQueen, with the skeleton Elephant tusks on the Cartiers, got me looking all intelligent Every shell hit him, I'm the perfectionist Mr. Perfect Popper, he ain't fiending Perfect Plex to brick, broke it down, it got me rich Perfect Plex to brick, broke it down, it got me rich [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Like Rob, I shot the sheriff My lady chill behind the wheel of the Silver Seraph His body lay still, I sip the chill beverage Devilish endeavors and levers to quench my never-ending list of pleasures b**hes send pictures naked, dripping necklace No pig in this breakfast, the stick could get your Mrs. pregnant She said her man played for the Knicks, this n***a 6'11 She begging, I skeeted liquid on Egyptian bedding I'm not the kid to threaten, my n***as'll kick your head in My facial hair is cashmere, Pink diamonds to glare, look like Bel-Air Balmain Pierre, feel like we ate pairs, copped like 8 pairs I'm a complicated man, that's a used Porsche Cayenne on pants My laundry's a 40g orgy Talks of lawyer fees in Portuguese, my wrist is a quarter key The cord in these seats is coffee, The chauffeur driver caught 14 That n***a head leaking like egg florentine The Jag coups, the color of pa**ionfruit I'm packing, life's a crap shoot The pennies black and blue, spray the MAC off the roof I'm just testing it sh** I hit everything, they thought I was Petrović Shots perpetuous Give you some wet red sh**, dress you in Perfect Plex to brick, I almost broke the rollie president Perfect Plex to brick, I almost broke the rollie president