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peep game - bleak heaven lyrics

verse
(uh, aye, aye, uh… yes… uh…aye… uh… aye)
on the leef lab, i believe that done cooked n*ggas
meth chef i got n*ggas hooked they drool over my beaker
break they psyches while i sight see, turn solemn the world a sad see
the fit safi, couldn’t hear ya comments they sta*tic
the b*tch blessed got a dump you’d think it’s back lit
the box better, believers back slid, mad addicts resumed hashish
tryna replicate the feeling, markey got on the streets
now he possesses dead eyes n black lips
this a black*to*black tip, n*ggas wanna copy but ain’t pay they ain’t have tips
i take they egos and half it, spark it make it into a flame n ashes n that’s it
straight n stray bars, above the sp*ce bar
don’t ever stop they had to scream “he’s one of ours”
revival requires a couple hours, get comfy with your dawa
hope i get my flowers, maybe stand in a tower god bless toriyama
a k!ller gon face kiama
(aye, aye, uh…)

verse
had a homie pewert last name pewee, think he brown but he come from dc
know i’m back but i got bout 3 ki’s
know the price, when i roll the dice what’s the cost know the freebie
call me old head n i got st**z, i switch up for the shoot, i ain’t saying sticky
n*gga thought i was laced n i ain’t even tripping
rip off kicks make you think what are those like that n*gga singing
on my knees every night, cause a n*gga sin
what i seen what i think n even what i been
what a n*gga fein for, fifty*fold gold like i been up in the bean stalk, i let the crowd talk
the way i’m needed i make the plug walk
make em over think i seen steam they had they hat’s off
tell her she my light but i’m a glass block
get her bent then i swerve to the left you would think my d*ck deaf
i ain’t want that box, i want that mental talk show me what i thought i thought
slanted eyes on da whip
(aye, aye, uh…yes)

hook
i’m tryna peep game they tryna pipsqueak
brick to a face n all they heard was a pig squeals
mama cook the best, i bang my chest cause a n*gga fed on pigweed
i’m tryna peep game they tryna pipsqueak
brick to a face n all they heard was a pig squeals
mama cook the best, i bang my chest cause a n*gga fed on pigweed
n*ggas call me sick i reach i cut em off n call em mitch
i’m tryna peep game they tryna pipsqueak
brick to a face n all they heard was a pig squeals
mama cook the best, i bang my chest cause a n*gga fed on pigweed

(outro)
(mama cook the best, i bang my chest cause a n*gga fed on pigweed…

two timing she want this sliming…. ei..
hizo ni explicit sana…. heheee…. a bird in the sky don’t chat with the worms)

- bleak heaven lyrics

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