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yus gz – peekaboo كلمات اغاني

[intro]
fah, fah, fah, fah
my mask on, my dreads long, gang in this b_tch
(this sh_t number one)
b_tch, we slinging in this sh_t
my mask on, my dreads, huh

[verse]
peekaboo, pop out them bushes, frrah, while he wasn’t looking
hit the corner, he was tryna book it, b_tch, these came with extra bullets
fifty shots, a hundred shots, come out that crib ’cause we gon cook ’em
b_tch, don’t want your mask, if we don’t catch him, k!ll his cousin
at the red light, seen ’em pull up at the stop
hit the gas, skrrt by the left, we ’bout to the knock the engines out
think we ain’t see him through them tints, certain sh_t you just gon’ say for clout
start hittin’ that car like, “frrah, frrah, frrah,” what’s all that dissing ’bout?
uh, i see so much dead people, this sh_t gon’ makе me mad
i know it’s sad to say, but, uh, my own b_tch gon’ make me glad
this b_tch always wanna play with mе, man, this b_tch gon’ make me crash
i pull up sliding in a, uh, i’m in the trackhawk, making me spazz (yeah)
they keep wolfing on the net ’til they see us
they keep bragging ’bout they dead homie, b_tch, go pick him up
if you ain’t gon’ try him, go at him some
b_tch, you ain’t getting up in this trunk
we srt it when we speeding
b_tch, i don’t keep my hammer tucked
my [?], that’s dangerous, i don’t need no gang to hang him up
this chop stick hold like a hundred, you come through here, we switch it up
i keep my mask up, my dreads long, b_tch, come and test your luck
bro just crawling off the drink, he ain’t even have his gun
sixteen shots up in this drac’, we catch a opp, we having fun
bro just going by the lake, he couldn’t hit him, hit his son (boom, boom)
he tried to run, sh_t caught a lung, i tell ’em doctors, “stitch him up”
i’m in your city while my vvs chains on, bl!ck it up
i stand over all my opps with my lil’ shovel, i’m tryna dig ’em
ain’t no rules out in this b_tch, you either dead or you in the system
take my money out of my pockets for my hitters
put that bag up on his head, i bet they eating this fool for dinner
[bridge]
b_tch, you could run, ricky, run
but, b_tch, we got your picture
had them shooters up in them pistols
i’ll have the shooters link with your sister
don’t run, have the boogeyman come and get you
it’s a bag, it was ain’t no switches
runnin’ eight_three hundred without no label without these f_ck n_ggas in my picture

[outro]
b_tch
runnin’ eight_three hundred without no label without these f_ck n_ggas in my picture, b_tch
hundred without no label without these f_ck n_ggas in my picture

- yus gz

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