Give a helping hand
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To your fellow men, oh, my?
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Ayy, what?
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Look
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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Hm, ayy
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm
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Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain
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Peekaboo, eighty-pointers like a Kobe game
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Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank
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Peekaboo, poppin' out, you better not smut my name
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Peekaboo, put two foreigns on the 405
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Peekaboo, cacio e pepe if I'm doin pasta
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Peekaboo, why you actin' tough on IG Live?
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Peekaboo, you know my lil' niggas off they rocker
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Peekaboo, surprise, bitch, it's that nigga Chuck E. Cheese
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Peekaboo, let me FaceTime my opp, bitch, I'm up the street
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Peekaboo, yeah, it's AZ, I'm puttin' somethin' to sleep
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Peekaboo, he on the ground, I praise God and start stompin' feet
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Peekaboo, I put ten on his face, bitch, my shooter playin'
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Peekaboo, I hit it from the back, I told her move her hands
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Peekaboo, then slide my thumb in it where her, uh, at
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Peekaboo, I'm on your top, I'm with Dot, bitch, don't look back
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my bitch
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, that's my bitch
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, with all that fake shit
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, ain't the one to play with
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, pull off in a Lam'
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Double-park it all at Tam's, Mr. Get-Off-On-Your-Mans
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If he hatin', disrespect, you better follow up with hands
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Losses to the neck, but now I'm trophied up, I'm sayin', like
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Bing-bop-boom-boom-boom-bop-bam
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The type of shit I'm on, you wouldn't understand
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The type of skits I'm on, you wouldn't understand
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Big-dog business, I would not hold your hand
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Broke-bitch business, I could not be your man
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Never got his ass whooped until we opened up that can
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Damn, alley-oop me bands, I'ma slam, jam
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Freak bitch, I like my MAC touchin' yams
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Play that opp shit around me, I'ma tell you, "Turn it off"
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Heard what happened to your mans, not sorry for your loss
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Should've prayed before them shooters came and nailed him to the cross
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I let your boy get a pass, bitch, you lucky he soft, for real
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm, ayy
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
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Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm
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Peekaboo
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| Kendrick Lamar |
