Artist: Espen Lind

Title: I peeped you

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Storm)

Now who's this peepin' through my window? Owww

He wants my meow, but can't see how

To approach me

I just scoped him closely and it's slidin'

By, his Armani

Wantin', my punany

Finally, he approaches me with a lil' aggression

Lettin' his mid-section, control his direction

Sexin', is the only thing he's stressin' and I know it

But he lame to the game and it's a shame but I got'sta show 'em

I offer my number upon his request

I'm starin' at his chest, but only thinkin' bout them checks

I flex a lil' cleavage, to see if he lookin'

Crack a smile while he wonderin' how it'd be if he took

His tongue and put it down to my private parts

Now he don't know that I'm diggin' what he thinkin', so he hide his heart

But don't fight it, I can't wait to be united

Peep, the reportoire, get the jingles 'fore you hide it

Shit, silly boy, I really enjoy

If 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 you



Chorus (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 you



T.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 nah

Think I'm swoll, ha?

Think ya bout to run up on a pot of gold, bitch, and you're sure not

Whole lot of these tinted on rain

Bitches wouldn't get a QUARTER to start a video game

Hear that ol' same tactics and cheap tricks

Freaks keep tryin' to stack chips by eatin' dick

And fall on the floor when you call her a hoe

All that I know, a bitch can't ball with a pro

I'm a full-time franchise playa in my last year

Only bout to give you a dollar if you a cashier

My, name is, Timmy

My, dogs call me Benji

My, hoes know I'm stingy

But I, wasn't really flirtin', hoe I'm friendly

GIMME!

You know but anyway, I'ma holla at'cha 

Come and snatch'cha one night, show ya that your old man is not a factor

I could smack ya on your ass and just freak you

Get outta pocket bitch? Don't think I won't beat you

Eat who? Look I know how to treat you

Like the Dog that you is! I peeped you!



Chorus



(Tim Smooth)

I know your kind, yeah

Gotta let my dough shine

If I don't, ya won't, give a nigga no time

'Scuse me? Booty, you're out your league

Run with them High School niggas cuz they bout your speed

Doubt your knees will stay bent? Long as I'll have ya kneelin'

Only bout pussy and paper, I have no feelings

I have your nose wide open like a piece of chicken

By the time you learn me, I'll have your nieces trickin'

Least I'm spittin' the real

Instead of stabbin' ya, havin' ya beepin' some nigga named Phil

Cuz I will

I deal a hand that come from pimps

And I put it down thick as peanut butter on french

Since you all in my business, I got her now

Shot her down with my game, blowin' change like we out of town

Follow me now, I'm a hot boy, hot girl

Know I'm not scurve as my World, peep me



Chorus (3x)