Letra de peekaboo - Kendrick Lamar

(Feat. AZ Chike)

Give a helping hand

To your fellow men, oh, my—

Ayy, what?

Look

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Hm, ayy

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm

Peekaboo, I just put them boogers in my chain

Peekaboo, eighty-pointers like a Kobe game

Peekaboo, 7.62s'll make 'em plank

Peekaboo, poppin' 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 actin' tough on IG Live?

Peekaboo, you know my lil' niggas off they rocker

Peekaboo, surprise, bitch, it's that nigga checkin' cheese

Peekaboo, let me FaceTime my opp, bitch, I'm up the street

Peekaboo, yeah, it's AZ, I'm puttin' somethin' to sleep

Peekaboo, he on the ground, I praise God and start stompin' feet

Peekaboo, I put ten on his face, bitch, my shooter playin'

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

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm

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, ain't 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 hatin', disrespect, you better follow up with hands

Losses to the neck, but now I'm trophied up, I'm sayin', 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 touchin' 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

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm, ayy

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

What they talkin' 'bout? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Huh? They ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', hm

Peekaboo

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