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PEEP GAME Lyrics - Artist : Nwigwe, Tobe
[Tobe Nwigwe:]
Get Twisted Sundays It's bout to be epic Look I get it rockin' like a cradle I never sold Cain, but I was able To see my partners make thorough bread without the stable While packin' somethin' fatal that make ya top spin like Dreidel Ouu I hung around them shells like April O Neal, oh feel me when I get to saying It's so real, folk will think that it's entertaining Til' them shots fly, no subliminal That's the plight of aggravated aboriginals My whole life, I been congregating with criminals I swear I graduated with just minimal effort Lectures to me was received better from the King of Bedford Stuy-ves-ant I swear Biggie taught me lessons My guess is his propensity for excellence Might not get discussed by the adolescents But I'm blessed with Yeah The gift of carrying torches Sometimes I get nervous As a suitor that's entering courtship Ouu Than I get to feeling euphoric Holy flow, every bar low-key Should be penned in the Torah Ouu And look at Fat, she's so gorgeous She'd be with me whether I was flippin' a Tesla or Taurus Ouu I'm a mess, I'm a horror But I been blessed kinda sorta Every bar, brick and mortar can't sing But I'm known to finesse on a chorus You can't see the flow unless you using the eye of Horus Ouu [FAT |
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