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omb peezy - peeka boo lyrics

[intro]
(whataboy)
(yes, sir)
look, ha, ha
look
look, look

[verse]
i don’t give a f+ck about no sprinter (sprinter), youngin shootin’ out the window (grrah)
ordered lamb chops in the club (ha, ha), but he tryna eat an opp for dinner (n+gga)
you put a hole in this b+tch, i’m tryna find you, send a picture (send a—)
send an insta, i’m up all night scopin’ on my finsta, n+gga (look)
i coulda k!lled you, let you slide, know you remember, n+gga (i know you remember)
i’m with frozone, i’m surprised that he ain’t k!ll a n+gga (sh+t)
we crashed that b+tch, f+ck it, leave it, they gon’ bill a n+gga (blatt)
snaked out ass hoes tryna act like they just wasn’t with a n+gga
f+ck a club security, them n+ggas hidin’, don’t wanna get burnt (yeah, ho)
fans lookin’ at me likе i’m crazy, like they surprised a n+gga turnt
you don’t know how to work your tool, i advisе a n+gga learn (learn)
n+ggas said i couldn’t cback, i’m like, “why not?”
from what i heard, what i made (i made)
shootin’ on the run, he hot, my younging blazin’ (blazin’)
i won’t say no name, he light skinned, but he’ll chop you like a haitian (choppin’)
you would think we thirty deep ’cause we got choppers like the navy (bah, bah)
sitting outside a n+gga house, b+tch, i’ll watch you like your neighbor
f+ck a bulletproof (man, f+ck that sh+t)
bullets don’t hurt a n+gga that bad (for real)
outside this b+tch i’m playin’ peekaboo, tryna whoop a n+gga like his dad (his dad)
shout out them hoes who helped me out, i’m finna send all y’all a pack
i’m tryna mac somethin’ with this ratchet, i don’t know nothin’ ’bout fashion, n+gga (no fashion, n+gga)
this real rap, b+tch, i don’t know nothin’ ’bout actin’ (nothin’ ’bout actin’, n+gga)
and they ain’t checkin’ in with sh+t, you know, that’s really how sh+t happen to you (p+ssy+ass n+gga)
haha (for real)
and they don’t really know how to smack a n+gga
make sure all my people straight, then walk back in the club laughin’, n+gga (hahaha)
[outro]
i ain’t gon’ lie, first off, man, i love raylen, man, or raylin
raylen, raylin, however i say it, man, i love y’all
man, i love y’all, like y’all love me, you know what’s goin’ on
yeah, and we thuggin’, man, you know i thug what i thug how i’m thuggin’, man, you know (ayy, man, but enough about that, this a gun right here)
gang sh+t, you know, yeah (i’ma teach you n+ggas how to shoot somethin’)
i’m a real smacker, ra+ra, overk!ll peezy
and this why you ain’t droppin’, it’s just not the same ol’ same old
even though i ain’t finna change though
my big trip, i’ma change hoes, you know how i’m comin’
yeah, raw

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