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Give a helping handTo your fellow men, oh, my—Ayy, what?LookWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'Hm, ayyWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hmPeekabooI just put them boogers in my chainPeekabooeighty-pointers like a Kobe gamePeekaboo7.62s'll make 'em plankPeekaboo, poppin' out, you better not smut my namePeekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin pastaPeekabooWhy you actin' tough on IG Live?Peekaboo, you know my lil' niggas off they rockerPeekaboo, surprisе, bitchit's that nigga Chuck E. CheesePeekaboo, let me FacеTimemy opp, bitch, I'm up the streetPeekaboo, yeah, it's AZ, I'm puttin' somethin' to sleepPeekaboo, he on the groundI praise God and start stompin' feetPeekaboo, I put ten on his facebitch, my shooter playin'Peekaboo, I hit it from the backI told her move her handsPeekaboo, then slide my thumb in it where her, uh, atPeekaboo, I'm on your topI'm with Dot, bitch, don't look backWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hmHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my bitchHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my bitchHey, hey, hey, hey, with all that fake shitHey, hey, hey, hey, ain't the one to play withHey, hey, hey, hey, hey, pull off in a Lam'Double-park it all at Tam'sMr. Get-Off-On-Your-MansIf he hatin', disrespectYou better follow up with handsLosses to the neckBut now I'm trophied up, I'm sayin', likeBing-bop-boom-boom-boom-bop-bamThe type of shit I'm on, you wouldn't understandThe type of skits I'm on, you wouldn't understandBig-dog business, I would not hold your handBroke-bitch business, I could not be your manNever got his ass whooped until we opened up that canDamn, alley-oop me bands, I'ma slam, jamFreak bitch, I like my MAC touchin' yamsPlay that opp shit around meI'ma tell you, "Turn it off"Heard what happened to your mansNot sorry for your lossShould've prayed before them shooters cameand nailed him to the crossI let your boy get a pass, bitchyou lucky he soft, for realWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm, ayyWhat they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hmPeekaboo
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