Peaky Blinders

Look, it's your fourth time here, Dayy
If you're not going to talk to me, why do you keep paying to come see me?
You know you don't have to right?
(Harz)
What's wrong, what's going on? (Get that shit)
(There's nothing wrong or going on, I'm just-)
Well, that's no excuse to sit there and-and distance yourself from everyone else
From everything else
(You look at it as distance, I look at it as space)
The only person I hear you ever talk to now is your daughter
(I guess)

I want me a big, big, bag
Big, big, bag
Loner bitch, I'm doin' my shit
They big, big, mad
Me and my girl we going, yeah
Girl, we going, yeah
Tell my kid she sharp, yeah, she got big, big, swag

Lightly talkin', they gon' tweet, tweet (yeah)
Makin' that money and baby I'm talkin' 'bout beep, beep
A movie theatre right inside my crib require no seats, she eat (yeah)
Hide behind the seat, she want a peek, a peek

Bitch-asses say you're reliable, I don't play that
He make us deniable, little BS that he selling, they buying, or?
I try to tell you, I just tell the truth
I really don't know why you're lyin' tho'
I get that money, money, money, money, money, money
You should try it tho', huh
(Haha, let's do it)

I want me a big, big, bag
Big, big, bag
Want that bitch, I'm doin' my shit
They big, big, mad
Me and my girl we going, yeah
Girl, we going, yeah
Tell my kid she sharp, yeah, she got big, big, swag

Lightly talkin', they gon' tweet, tweet (yeah)
Makin' that money and baby I'm talkin' 'bout beep, beep
A movie theatre right inside my crib require no seats, she eat (yeah)
Hide behind the seat, she want a peek, a peek



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Writer(s): Timothy Johnson
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