Kendrick Lamar - peekaboo feat. AzChike lyrics

Give a helping hand
To your fellow men, oh, my
Ayy, what?
Look

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Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain
Peekaboo, eighty-pointers like a Kobe game
Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank
Peekaboo, popping 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 acting tough on IG Live?
Peekaboo, you know my lil' niggas off they rocker

Peekaboo, surprise, bitch, it's that nigga Chuck E. Cheese
Peekaboo, let me FaceTime my opp, bitch, I'm up the street
Peekaboo, yeah, it's AZ, I'm putting something to sleep
Peekaboo, he on the ground, I praise God and start stomping feet
Peekaboo, I put ten on his face, bitch, my shooter playing
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, bitch, don't look back

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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my bitch
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my bitch
Hey, hey, hey, hey, with all that fake shit
Hey, hey, hey, hey, aingt 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 hating, disrespect, you better follow up with hands
Losses to the neck, but now I'm trophied up, I'm saying, like
Bing-bop-boom-boom-boom-bop-bam
The type of shit 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-bitch business, I could not be your man
Never got his ass whooped until we opened up that can
Damn, alley-oop me bands, I'ma slam, jam
Freak bitch, I like my MAC touching yams
Play that opp shit 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, bitch, you lucky he soft, for real

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Peekaboo