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tv off (feat. Lefty Gunplay)
Kendrick Lamar
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Heal the helping hand Your fellow men, oh-oh, my— Ayy, what? Look What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin' Huh? They talkin' 'bout nothin' Hm, alright What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin' Huh? They talkin' 'bout nothin', hm Peekaboo, how'd you put them boogers in my chain? Peekaboo, eighty pointers like a Kobe game Peekaboo, 7.62'll make 'em plank Peekaboo, poppin' out, you better not smoke my name Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405 Peekaboo, catch me cacio e pepe him for doin' pasta Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG live? Peekaboo, you know my lil' n****s off they rocker Peekaboo, surprise, b***h, it's that n***a Chuck E. Cheese Peekaboo, let me FaceTime my opp, b***h, I'm in the streets Peekaboo, Yeah, it's AzChike, I'm somethin' to sleep Peekaboo, he on the ground, I praise God and start stompin' feet Peekaboo, I put ten on his face, b***h, my shooter plan Peekaboo, I hit it from the back, I told her move her hand Peekaboo, then slide my thumb in it, where her— uh, at Peekaboo, I'm on yo' top, I'm with Dot, b***h, don't look back What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin' Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my b***h Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my b***h Hey, hey, hey, hey, with all that fake shit Hey, hey, hey, hey, ain't the one to play with Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, pull off in a Lamb' Double parkin' all at tens, Mr. Get-Off-On-Yo-Mans If he hatin', disrespect, you better follow up with hands Losses to the neck, but now I'm trophied up, I'm sayin', like Bing-bap-boom-boom-boom-bap-bam The type of shit I'm on, you wouldn't understand The type of skits I'm on, you wouldn't understand Big dog business, I would not hold yo' hand Broke b***h business, I could not be your man N***r his ass whooped until we open up that can Damn, alley-oop me bands, I'ma slam Gym freak b***h, I like my MAC touchin' yams Play the opps all around me, I'ma tell you, "Turn it off" Heard what happened to yo' mans, not sorry for your loss Should've prayed before them shooters came and nailed him to cross I let yo' boy get a pass, b***h, you lucky he soft, for real What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin' Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm, ayy What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' What they talkin' 'bout? They talkin' 'bout nothin' Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm, ayy Peekaboo 1 2
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