Lyrics:
of the system
(Peek a boo)
Now she's play a game by her own rules
(Peek a boo)
The peak a boo game
[Verse 1]
Deceptive, her game is in the thick lane
Pick up
gamblin' in Las Vegas
She's got to take a change
On your cash, babe
She ain't got not bills at home
And as a matter of fact
She ain't got no house
gimme the digits you know wassup (They know wassup)
Cuz im getting mad green like it’s celery it’s MP (Uh huh)
I’m Bill Bellamy girls by the boat load
that's my lunch
Ru-ru-run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come
It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son
Yeah, give a ready baby boy, beta
that swing down low
Well my heart's in The Highlands, only place left to go
I'm in Boston town in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Or maybe I
up in this, won't turn down, won't go home, yeah
I'm in my zone I'm feeling it
Stop blowing my buzz quit killing it
So buy another round
They tried
my friend for the bill
It's fun times in the show me state
Go to forest park, on a muny date
Of course I can't wait for that pretty spring day
That
the Asians, wrist by Lorraine
Big Pharrell praying hands big P, big P
Buss down face, two levitating hands
I wanna see the money in cash
So that I can truly
to go home, I want to go home,
Oh Lord, I want to go home
Home folks think I'm big in Detroit city,
From the letters that I write they think I
And I'm prepared for that (Oh, oh)
It's a big world, I got big schemes
And I'm 6'5''
(Uh) , if you count wings (That's right)
And I get by, off what I need
Millennium Thug
Now who da fuck want it with me
I mastered the art of slap
Boxin' niggas in da dark
QB's big man, Horse of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash
on
Get the fuck off my dick my cock my balls
B-big money my pockets long new orleans I got my home
And they got my back pause no homo no mardi call
Crank)
Half a Perky, I'm right in my zone
I'm shoppin' on the way back home (go)
I'm puttin' on for the west, so I'ma bust a nut on her chest
Hope you
the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin' me by my motherfuckin hair!
Let go of my motherfuckin
you can't fuck with
They thought luck did it, but it didn't cause I'm back again
Back with the Big and my new-found friend
Sliding in from
the villains?
The real killers chillin in the White I mean the
Not Right House want me to be they lab white mouse
The smile of seedy greedies,
Bushwick Bill, neighborhood - mack
In and out the crib like a motel
Fucked her so well, the ho had to go.. tell
her friend and then I fucked her too
Got 'em
Say hoe
Yeah you
Can I ask you a question
You like to fuck?
Oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that?
Would you like to make love?
I
that nigga crazy (crazy), I think he need some help (uh)
When I go overboard, my side niggas split the bill (ah, ah)
Is you gon' spend or you here
Life will work out
How he turned out
Granddaddy tried to help him but he burnt out
He screamed "lazy"
Fuck I want you
Tried to get a job
Block
mother thinking that you on some other shit
Oh, what a job this is
As easy as it looks to you, I make it look so easy
With the music I'd be making big
that P-I, E what I bring by
Me 50 cal, pretty desert up my sleeve, I
Still hugging that corner so tight it can't breath, I
Never let it go, 'cause
the world, and been a lot of places
Believe me dog, ain't nothin' like home
And if you want somethin' done, you gotta do it yourself, you got drama?
Who's
At least three TVs in every wig
I ain't tryin' to go to court for child support
In a crib cramped up, fighting for Pampers (uh huh)
I don't want draws
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