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conversations.value: Write me a song called Perfect Pint with the following description: “Perfect Pint” is the star-studded sixth track on producer Mike WiLL Made-It’s debut studio album Ransom 2.
  He gifted fans the highly-awaited collaboration on March 23, 2017—his 28th birthday—releasing it on Zane Lowe’s Beats 1 radio show.
  After several re-tweeting teases from Mike WiLL Made-It’s twitter, the music video was released.
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Gucci Mane]
  Wop
  Ear Drummers
  Mike WiLL Made-It
  [Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
  Gi-gimme some space
  Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank
  I'm the type of nigga that you meet at the bank (rich nigga)
  Grade A bitches treatin' me like a saint
  This money doin' somethin' to my brain (my brain)
  This money doin' somethin' to my ego (my ego)
  This drank got me talkin' like Z-Ro
  These pills got me feelin' like Neo
   (wavy)
  And this freak in my ear tryna go (skrrt)
  I-I'll turn your crib to a hoe house (huh)
  I'm a rockstar, drank 'til I pass out (leggo)
  Drank 'til I motherfuckin' pass out (drank)
  Drank, drank 'til I motherfuckin'
  [Chorus: Swae Lee]
  Holding onto na-na-nah
  Hoping they come to life
  'Cause underneath the stairs is where we
  Poured our first perfect pints
  Really wanna know
  Hoping they come to life
  'Cause right there on the stairs is where
  We poured our first perfect pints [Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
  (It's Gucci!)
  I'm in the trap saran wrappin' with the Vaseline
  You know the clean lean jump like trampoline
  Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine
  I fell asleep and had a dream ridin' on M.L. King
  Two pinky rings, two pints of lean
  Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me
  They were screamin', "Free Gucci", but now that Guwop's free
  Blue cheese, no ranch, hunduns on me
  Thirty cars deep, it's like a circus with me
  Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me
  Now I'm back on top like I'm 'posed to be
  But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop)
  [Chorus: Swae Lee]
  Holding onto na-na-nah
  Hoping they come to life
  'Cause underneath the stairs is where we
  Poured our first perfect pints
  [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  Kung Fu Kenny, look look
  Who the fuck you talkin' to?
   
  You mainey (you mainey)
  Salute me when I'm walkin' through, you ain't me (you ain't me)
  Everything I do is with the extras (extras)
  Flip me couple million for investments
  And my hood love me unconditional
  Your hood love you 'cause you on the instrumental though
  This rap shit crazy, need the woosah
  They screamin' Compton, must be two sides
  R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I'm flexin'
  VIP my barrio, 200 on the guest list
  I don't like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men
  I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western
  2017 onto bigger things (bigger things)
  I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (bigger ring)
  Everybody a Crip 'til they black and blue
  Everybody a Blood 'til they hemorrhaging
  Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It
  Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it
  Double park on the curb, I can drive but I'm lazy
  Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ayy [Outro: Swae Lee]
  Holding onto memories
  Tossing turning all night (yeah, yeah)
  Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies
  I be rollin' every time that I arrive