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letra de peek-a-boo - stanwill

[verse]
i got money and my b-tch bad, boy, i’m living great
left a dub up in lenox, i was tripping in the a
wasn’t thinking in his noggin, bullet hit him in the face
brodie took the faygo firework and hit it with a eight
triple s broke her neck but this c-ck broke her back
i be riding through the city with the glock on my lap
supercharged, brodie pulling out the lot in a ‘cat
chrome heart did the trucker but i’m not finna cap
boy, yo time’s up, i can hear yo time ticking
tripping in miami, blowing racks in the design district
you can keep yo two cent, i’m always with some dime b-tches
used to watch ’em ball back when i was on the pinе chilling
now i’m scoring, passing plays around, feel like kyrie irving
messy еater up at fogo de, i got my white tee dirty
pull up in that, “what the f-ck?”, they asking me what i be skrrting
need to take yo baby to the er, it look like he hurting
[?] pop smoke, if it’s smoke, we gon’ pop him
we got b-tterfingers, catch the opps out, we gon’ drop ’em
they made all these .223s, why the f-ck would i sock ’em?
give a d-mn about some hoes, after i f-ck, i’ma block ’em
in a sp-ceship, rocket by my side, i could f-ck gamora
i ain’t gotta shoot it, i can pass to my bucket scorers
new chain on the way, i keep telling hutch it’s gorgeous
f-ck i look like shooting at the clouds? we gon’ bust it towards him
nah, for real, we gon’ aim at his face
make his ass disappear, i’m david blaine with the drac’
all this chicken, all this bread, i’m raising cane’s with the pape’
she said she don’t suck no d-ck? i’m finna bang in her face
black sticks, limousine tint what i’m peeping through
if you ain’t gang or my b-tch, i don’t wanna speak to you
yellow diamonds hanging off my neck, i look like pikachu
peeking through the ar scope, we catch ’em out, play peekaboo
huh, ayy, catch ’em out, play peekaboo
lil’ brodie, finna swing the coupe
i got, know you see it too
if you see me with a play, you know my n-ggas eating too, okay
you know my n-ggas eating
i be blowing money up at saks, the opps be penny squeezing
bro ain’t got no guidance, he’ll shoot that b-tch for any reason
swear to god, i find the coldest b-tch, i won’t do any cheating
ha-ha, no cap though
all these n-ggas slimy, better lock that backdoor
he was up off edd, i heard he back broke
if you see me with her then she got her back broke
point a finger? all my babies in attack mode
they’ll get you
blow you like a whistle, i swear they official
everywhere i’m at, i got some pape’ and pistol
ninety-nine problems but i swear money ain’t a issue

[outro]
huh, yeah
b-tch, dog sh-t militia, you know what the f-ck going on
whole lotta gang sh-t, man

- stanwill

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