• 標題:peekaboo (Explicit)
  • 歌手:Kendrick Lamar;AzChike
  • 專輯:GNX (Explicit)
  • 卡拉OK評級:1★
  • 語言:en
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    peekaboo (Explicit) - Kendrick Lamar/AzChike
    Lyrics by:Kendrick Lamar/AzChike
    Composed by:Kendrick Lamar/AzChike
    Produced by:Bridgeway/Sean Momberger/Sounwave
    Give a helping hand
    To your fellow men oh my
    Ayy what?
    Look
    What they talkin' 'bout?
    They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
    Huh?
    Hm ayy
    They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' hm
    Peekaboo I just put them boogers in my chain
    Peekaboo eighty-pointers like a Kobe game
    Peekaboo 7.62s'll make 'em plank
    Peekaboo poppin' out you better not smut 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' niggas off they rocker
    Peekaboo surprisе ***** it's that nigga Chike E. Cheese
    Peekaboo let mе 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 my thumb in it where her uh at
    Peekaboo I'm on your top I'm with Dot ***** don't look back
    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 Lam'
    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 a*s whooped until we open up that can
    Damn alley-oop me bands I'ma slam
    Gym-freak ***** I like my MAC touchin' yams
    Play that opp **** 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
    They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' hm ayy
    Peekaboo