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peekagoo - run it up lyrics

run up the check like im made for this, five on the wrist and a quarter for the fit, last name not scott but you know its lit, all this stuff going to be crazy in the pit, you talking that shhh, but i see green on your wrist, walk on that block like im ready to k!ll, who ya’ll think i am i ain’t paying no bill

been grindin through the pain tryna level my flaws
devil whisper in my ear but i wrestle with god
every scar on my arm got a story to tell
tryna buy heaven time but i been livin in h+ll
mama prayin that her son don’t drown in the system
i been movin like a ghost can’t count on the rhythm
lost friends dead ends yeah the cycle’s the same
they want fame i want changе we don’t fight for the same, n+gga boom

counting that cash i’m showing up, ran a bunch and now i’m blowing up too much drip, slowing up thе pressure on the flex, it ain’t showing up i’m up in the coupe and i’m folding up man, two fat can’t close it up money talk back as bold as us

i just made bands on a weekday still stand bands on a replay shawty need love but i need pay blue nose singing like 3k cardi b, i risked you my fit too clean popped my tat, it’s a brand new scene ghost that’s me, catch all truth that i i can’t see i’m in the fact that you know that i’m zooming whole team up, ain’t no one losing all my pockets is boomin’ i walk in it you know i got racks in they air they look they stare no i dont care
showing my chain cause they see it gliccing and glare, money my twin and you know we a pair, you know we a pair, you know we a pair, you know we a pair

pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, back to the vile like i made half a mill, got to much money yeah im made of this sh+t
f+cking this b+tch and kicking her out, cause she hanging round with the paigans and sh+t
look at my neck i got ice on this sh+t, look at my neck and i made me a bit
got too much money to count up a check, got too much money to pay me respect, 223s and i’m all live with a cat, f+cking this b+tch slide it in like a cat, f+ck you b+tch you p+ssy you rat

uh, yeah, money my wife so i can’t date you, money my time so i can’t hang with you, money on my mind so i can’t think about you, and if i had time i wouldn’t cause i just don’t like you

i only wear cartier on my sh+t, cartier on cartier for my b+tch
cooking out white, you know how we stay rich, whole team ballin, you know they gon snitch
pull up with switch, we pull up with drakes, balling till death thats my 401k, we spinning they blocks like a playdate, make out the money then get out thats a quick payday, pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, pour it u
counting that cash i’m showing up, ran a bunch and now i’m blowing up too much drip, slowing up the pressure on the flex, it ain’t showing up i’m up in the coupe and i’m folding up man, two fat can’t close it up money talk back as bold as us

pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, pour it up

run it up right now

and i run it up, then i make it rain show me how they find me, cause i got the face and she see the t++th, then i bought me a raw plane run about, trynna lock her with a girl i don’t wanna f+ckin’ taint this one clear sh+t, this a full on little pony

put all the girl’s in a blender so i can have em all i’m just being greedy she said, can i touch the watch? i said yes, but touch it neatly i got two rich, i’m lazy i got more b+tches, so now i’m lazy, so much lean make you feel hazy on the block i do it daily, on the block tryna find traitors making music so i get haters in sp+ce, there’s one savior on earth there’s five saviors crack that’s why i’m not the mayor on vert that’s why i’m not the tailor all these bread i make a toast stuff get cold, you gon’ need coats mess up people who do the most mess up people who say f+ck the po, program messed up, put new code’s she so messed up, i think we eshould vote i posted a photo, i didn’t even see her go oh we playin’? where did melvin go? where did kevin go? where did king von go? where did opps go they downstairs, scratch that off they dead, im wiping stuff off my bed, i think its a whole lotta red, i’m changing the the tint to 10, just think how many wars started with a men

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