Nobody's Perfect Lyrics - Missy Elliott

Hey, oh yeah 

Cole world... 

Oh yeah... 

Yeah. 

This is for all the fans that waited, the bitch niggas that hated 

Old hoes we dated, look mama, we made it 

Your son out in Barbados, cheese eggs and potatoes 

Smokin' weed on the beach as my mind workin' like Plato's 

Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' about girls 

I'm handin' diamonds and pearls and vandalizin' her curls 

Sweating her weave out, moans as she breathes out 

Fuck I'm doin' in parties with Hova and Steve Stoute 

I step over piranha, death over dishonor 

They killin niggas for J's, that's death over designer 

Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna 

Remember when I used to be stressed over D'wana 

Now a nigga only text and get stressed over Rihannas 

I'm talkin' tens and better, hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters 

And we always argue about the same thing 

Tell me why we gotta argue about the same thing? 

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Nobody's perfect, uh, nobody's perfect, ay... ay 

But you're perfect for me 

Nobody's perfect, uh, nobody's perfect, ay... ay 

But you're perfect for me 

We rollin', we ridin' he like to go inside and 

I love to go all night and we rock the boat, Poseidon 

I love to call your name, name, name 

Baby I love to call your name, name, name 

Oh yeah, to my college girl, take the weekend off and come home soon 

I graduated way too long ago to be sneakin' all in your dorm room 

But that thing tight like Fort Knox so I call you when the tour stops 

But baby where your roommates? Did you make sure the door's locked? 

She love it when we get together, smoke a little weed but her shit together 

Now that I'm on, I can pick and choose, only fuck with hoes who got shit to lose 

Yeah, I heard stories about different dudes, her man on campus but it's fine by me 

She say she only fucked like 4-5 niggas, so you know you gotta multiply by 3 

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Nobody's perfect, uh, nobody's perfect, ay... ay 

But you're perfect for me 

Nobody's perfect, uh, nobody's perfect, ay... ay 

But you're perfect for me 

We rollin', we ridin' he like to go inside and 

I love to go all night and we rock the boat, Poseidon 

I love to call your name, name, name 

Baby I love to call your name, name, name