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wynne - peekaboo كلمات أغنية

[intro]
that man is back home, y’all
dame d.o.l.l.a
wynne
peekaboo

[verse 1: wynne]
peekaboo, get the chicken like i’m gus fring
peekaboo, 70 pointer like a dame game
peekaboo, all we do is, hm, “what’s my name?”
peekaboo, if you acting cool then you a lame
yeah, huh, and i stand on it, no jennifer
the body’s tea but i’m dressed like adam sandler
and if they try to cross my circle like diameter
i’ll hang their whole career from the ceiling like a chandelier
uh, yeah, my coochie’s all that for real
i’d put an m on my box like a happy meal
hop on top and ride it, got him tеlling jesus grab the wheel
got so many nah’s, i could probably drop a mass appeal
thеy call me “jaw morant”, i get the d_ck vacuum sealed
faking for the ‘gram, they should get you in the actor’s guild
i hit the lotto, find me ripping out the plastic film
got me crunching numbers, now my bills got abs of steel

[chorus: wynne]
what are they talkin’ about?
what are they talkin’ about?
what are they talkin’ about?
what are they talkin’ about?
what are they talkin’ about?
what are they talkin’ about?
what are they talkin’ about?
what are they talkin’ about?
[verse 2: wynne]
hey wynne, say wynne, all about my paper
biggest in the city, you can see us from tabor
salt & straw they’re surprised by my flavor
funk flex, i’m bout to drop a bomb on ’em like jaeger
mick jagger, baby, this is rock and roll
drop it off, stop and roll
the comma’s non_negotiable
i knock you off the totem pole
i can’t talk, i lock and load
i been hopping on the road
in the polestar with my man
i’m looking bad as al capone
f_ck this, all my homies furloughed
we gotta organised, huh, where the virgos?
at the lamb truck, i’m not talkin’ ’bout a urus
talkin’ euros, white sauce and it’s drippin’, joe burrow

[verse 3: dame d.o.l.l.a.]
dolla
mission getting to the paper, never question that
everything to everyone, i’m wearing h_lla hats
wheels up, another country where i’m landing at
sucker sh_t and thirsty b_tches, we abandon that
yeah, ayy, pull up like the president
probably think you entering the city at my residence
late bloomer type, i ain’t had sh_t up on my lettermens
but now i got a m for every n_gga i was better than
quiet n_gga, i be tryna keep my mouth shut
we in the age where n_ggas speak to get their clout up
ten out of ten, i know their kind ain’t about none’
i swear to god you try to press me, i’ma route somethin’
it’s in my blood to keep it real, you better know that
can’t give a f_ck ’bout how you feel, get your ho sn_tched
the way i’m living i bet she won’t ever go back, yeah
i run with n_ggas put a tag right where your toe at
obsessed with winning, if i get it then we got it, i’ma bless the village
i’ma still keep it solid, living next to privilege
what you see is really me, don’t try to test the image
i don’t flex for gymnasts, n_gga
ayy, bae, i’m just a different caliber
i’m from where they love the tree like mary katherine gallagher
now i’m in the bentley but i used to want a challenger
the way i be in private be the same in the camera
drop to my knees and said a prayer
blessings on my kids and any n_gga tryna play with us
i just run my race, they tried to hate and then they ate the dust
the grace i get is tailored by the savior ’cause he favored us
you feel me?
[chorus: wynne]
what are they talkin’ about?
what are they talkin’ about?
what are they talkin’ about?
what are they talkin’ about?
what are they talkin’ about?
what are they talkin’ about?
what are they talkin’ about?
what are they talkin’ about?

- wynne

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