peekaboo (feat. azchike)

Lyrics for peekaboo (feat. azchike)

Give a helping hand To your fellow men, oh-oh, my A'ight, 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 ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Hm, a'ight 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 ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm Peekaboo, how'd you put them boogers in my chain? Peekaboo, 80 pointers, like a Kobe game Peekaboo, 7.62s I'll make 'em plank Peekaboo, poppin' out, you better not smoke my name Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405 Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin' pasta Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live? Peekaboo, you know my lil'—off they rocker Peekaboo, surprise, —it's that—Chike E. Cheese Peekaboo, let me FaceTime my opp, —I'm up the street Peekaboo, yeah, it's Az, I'm puttin' somethin' to sleep Peekaboo, he on the ground, I praise God and start stompin' feet Peekaboo, I put ten on his face, —my shooter playin' Peekaboo, I hit it from the back, I told her move her hands Peekaboo, then slide—where her, uh, at Peekaboo, I'm on your top, I'm with Dot, —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 ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my— Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my— Hey, hey, hey, hey, with all that fake— Hey, hey, hey, hey, ain't the one to play with Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, pull off in a Lamb' Double-park it all at Tam's, Mr. Get-Off-On-Your-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-bop-boom-boom-boom-bop-bam The type of—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 your hand Broke—business, I could not be your man Never got his—whooped until we open up that can Damn, alley-oop me bands, I'ma slam Gym freak—I like my MAC touchin' yams Pay the opps all around me, I'ma tell you, "Turn it off" Heard what happened to your mans, not sorry for your loss Should've prayed before them shooters came and nailed him to the cross I let your boy get a pass, —you lucky he soft, for real 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 ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm, a'ight 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 ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm Peekaboo