Peeking Out the Window
Uh yeah
Ooooh yeah
Uh Uh
Baby meet me at the party
Or meet me in the lobby yea
Cuz you know we turning up
We going straight on up
Baby meet me in the lobby yea
Meet me after party yea
Cuz you know we turning up
Ah EH Ah
And we go going up
Pass pass pass the cheech pass the nine
On a nigga like Uh
But we don't give a fuck my niggas
We'll ride around and get uh
Cuz I'm to pure to be going slow nigga
Be get in the mode I need to spend
This bread in the right place
And do it right
Cuz I'm tired of this fuck shit
Niggas talking that fuck shit
Imuh have to pull Gat out
Blow a nigga fuckin back out
I'on give two fucks bout your
Bitch and what her opinion is
Imuh make this bread bitch
Imuh get these inns then.
Hold up hold up hold up
Hold up real nigga on
The radio you gone have
To have to hear me hoe
I don't give a fuck about you
Hoes
Imuh all about the fucking
Dough and I'm freestyling real
Slow
Uh oh oh oh oh
Fuck what you say Hoe
You peeking out the window
Creeping on the low
You didn't never think I notice
But I see everything yea
You peeking out the window
And you creeping on the low
You think I never noticed
Oh I know you want it
Baby meet me at the party
Or meet me in the lobby yea
Cuz you know we turning up
We going straight on up
Baby meet me in the lobby yea
Meet me after party yea
Cuz you know we turning up
Ah EH Ah
And we go going up
Ooooh yeah
Uh Uh
Baby meet me at the party
Or meet me in the lobby yea
Cuz you know we turning up
We going straight on up
Baby meet me in the lobby yea
Meet me after party yea
Cuz you know we turning up
Ah EH Ah
And we go going up
Pass pass pass the cheech pass the nine
On a nigga like Uh
But we don't give a fuck my niggas
We'll ride around and get uh
Cuz I'm to pure to be going slow nigga
Be get in the mode I need to spend
This bread in the right place
And do it right
Cuz I'm tired of this fuck shit
Niggas talking that fuck shit
Imuh have to pull Gat out
Blow a nigga fuckin back out
I'on give two fucks bout your
Bitch and what her opinion is
Imuh make this bread bitch
Imuh get these inns then.
Hold up hold up hold up
Hold up real nigga on
The radio you gone have
To have to hear me hoe
I don't give a fuck about you
Hoes
Imuh all about the fucking
Dough and I'm freestyling real
Slow
Uh oh oh oh oh
Fuck what you say Hoe
You peeking out the window
Creeping on the low
You didn't never think I notice
But I see everything yea
You peeking out the window
And you creeping on the low
You think I never noticed
Oh I know you want it
Baby meet me at the party
Or meet me in the lobby yea
Cuz you know we turning up
We going straight on up
Baby meet me in the lobby yea
Meet me after party yea
Cuz you know we turning up
Ah EH Ah
And we go going up
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Writer(s): Travis Spivey
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