Текст песни Tim Smooth f Storm - I Peeped You
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(Storm)Now who`s this peepin` through my window? OwwwHe wants my meow, but can`t see howTo approach meI just scoped him closely and it`s slidin`By, his ArmaniWantin`, my punanyFinally, he approaches me with a lil` aggressionLettin` his mid-section, control his directionSexin`, is the only thing he`s stressin` and I know itBut he lame to the game and it`s a shame but I got`sta show `emI offer my number upon his requestI`m starin` at his chest, but only thinkin` bout them checksI flex a lil` cleavage, to see if he lookin`Crack a smile while he wonderin` how it`d be if he tookHis tongue and put it down to my private partsNow he don`t know that I`m diggin` what he thinkin`, so he hide his heartBut don`t fight it, I can`t wait to be unitedPeep, the reportoire, get the jingles `fore you hide itShit, silly boy, I really enjoyIf you can lick and trick and I can stay unemployed?Shiiit, and all I have to do is freak you?I`ll teach you this pimp shit right, nigga I peeped youChorus (Tim Smooth & Storm):S. - I`ve been watchin` you watchin` me Looks I received made it hard to just flee Had to see exactly what you was talkin` bout But you tryin` to run "G", and I peeped youT.S. - I was watchin` you watchin` me Looks I received made it hard to just flee Had to see exactly what you was talkin` bout But you tryin` to run "G" and I peeped you(Tim Smooth)What? Whoa nahThink I`m swoll, ha?Think ya bout to run up on a pot of gold, bitch, and you`re sure notWhole lot of these tinted on rainBitches wouldn`t get a QUARTER to start a video gameHear that ol` same tactics and cheap tricksFreaks keep tryin` to stack chips by eatin` dickAnd fall on the floor when you call her a hoeAll that I know, a bitch can`t ball with a proI`m a full-time franchise playa in my last yearOnly bout to give you a dollar if you a cashierMy, name is, TimmyMy, dogs call me BenjiMy, hoes know I`m stingyBut I, wasn`t really flirtin`, hoe I`m friendlyGIMME!You know but anyway, I`ma holla at`cha Come and snatch`cha one night, show ya that your old man is not a factorI could smack ya on your ass and just freak youGet outta pocket bitch? Don`t think I won`t beat youEat who? Look I know how to treat youLike the Dog that you is! I peeped you!Chorus(Tim Smooth)I know your kind, yeahGotta let my dough shineIf I don`t, ya won`t, give a nigga no time`Scuse me? Booty, you`re out your leagueRun with them High School niggas cuz they bout your speedDoubt your knees will stay bent? Long as I`ll have ya kneelin`Only bout pussy and paper, I have no feelingsI have your nose wide open like a piece of chickenBy the time you learn me, I`ll have your nieces trickin`Least I`m spittin` the realInstead of stabbin` ya, havin` ya beepin` some nigga named PhilCuz I willI deal a hand that come from pimpsAnd I put it down thick as peanut butter on frenchSince you all in my business, I got her nowShot her down with my game, blowin` change like we out of townFollow me now, I`m a hot boy, hot girlKnow I`m not scurve as my World, peep meChorus (3x)