Peek-A-Boo Lyrics

Touchdown, shit fuck it I'm the quarterback

Wit all these plays getting made she gon throw it back

Still money over bitches and I told her that

I'm in and out serving beef like you ordered that

It Ain't nun to a boss, we gon run it up

Back to back all night til the sun is up

Bust a nut got her looking like a hunny bun

Get the money then I'm gone, that's a one and done

Cold game but its life who guessed it

The kid got next putting on for the section

Toe tag him if he lookin my direction

I brought the homies with me you can meet Smith and Wesson

All this cash in my pocket you could see it too

Make me wanna do some things when it's me and you

On the road, do the dash foreign vehicle,

Got me poppin in n out like peek a boo

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Aye look I don't bang homie but the beat do

And we been tryna get it in when you sleep too

Shake dice for the guap like G'z do

A pack from the spot, make it poof like three-two,

One, run me all them crumbs

Im chasing this bread and putting smoke in my lungs

Silly lil boy you ain't fucking with us,

He walked in with a bitch, now she coming with us, aye

Keep telling me why I shouldn't go up

Cami did it so you know it's boutta blow up

Lil mama shaking ass for the whole club

Get her to the crib, hit it OneTake, hol' up!

All this cash in my pocket you could see it too

Make me wanna do some things when it's me and you

On the road, do the dash foreign vehicle,

Got me poppin in n out like peek a boo

Like, like, like peek-a-boo

Like, like, like peek-a-boo

Like, like, like peek-a-boo

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