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Peek a Boo (feat. DaBoii)
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And I know you ain't that ***** that you perpetrate to be I ain't movin' to impress, ain't gotta perpetrate to me All them bullets why ain't you spittin'? They'll put me straight to sleep Sayin' all you state is facts, When all them links make believe He can fake it like he wit' it, But I know he ain't a beast RIP L'A Capone, me and mines just play for keeps You don't got no hustle, you be breakin' every lease Remember they ain't give me time, But now they wanna marry me When you feel death around the corner, ***** that's a scary thing These blue birds in my jeans, Talk like a parakeet I got my own style *****, stop comparin' me Ain't gettin' money stop the purpin', Put his face wit' charity ***** 'less yo' name God ***** it ain't no scarin' me And I just bought another chop, This ***** Mariah Carey sing I know you don't mean it when you said you care for me Give up on me? Don't you do that *****, Shout out to Derrick King Said she love me very much, Told that ***** I'm very sleep Told my girl that I'm 200 she was like, "you better be" Soon as my higari broke, That's when they wanna spread the peace Came to the conclusion I want war And that's 'til I rest wit' T Damn Tre why it had to be you? I got the news, couldn't believe, it was sad to be true ***** I'm always on my game, I brought a strap in the booth But when they ask for my government, I'm like you askin' for who? And me and Brodie off a four, And we just matchin' a deuce And that's hi-tech, now I got green day, I might crash in the coupe Everybody rap 'bout guns, what can they actually prove? Before I rocked them foreign kicks, I had Shaq on the shoes Ha yeah, I'm thankful for the struggle Real chip getter, I'm just thankful for the ruffles Slippin' wit' the *****, then we aimin' at the couple Four on my bodyguard, ***** I don't ever rumble Yeah, ***** we don't ever chunk 'em Must I say again? ***** we don't ever tussle Never had a pop, so I lent 'em to the uncle Survival of the fittest, I'm just thuggin' in the jungle *****, and you be thuggin' wit' your feelin's Knock my *****, yo' ***** too, **** it call up Jerry Springer Follow every step I take, they just followin' the leader If you run up on me wrong, then you followin' the heater Fake ass thug, you be borrowin' the heater Brodie all about the *****, we just borrowin' her Visa ***** what? Who is you to tell me what the **** I need to do? *****s hidin', choppa find 'em, lil' ***** peek a boo And you won't see a eyebrow when we creepin' through I don't gotta lie to sell ***** I can speak the truth ***** if you ain't thuggin' Then my music may not speak to you Tryna keep up where you can't compete, You *****s need a boost *****, I'm that ***** for real They hear my **** and take down notes It's like I'm givin' them skills ***** you ain't never been on no mission to kill And every verse a ***** spit, I be givin' 'em chills On the gang Yeah, givin' em chills Givin' em chills Ah, show 'em how we feel
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