| Let that shit run, uh, fuck!
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| Fuck is, fuck
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| Alright, alright, alright, shit
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| (You think you know me)
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| Ah, fuck! |
| Uh, uh
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| S-Stop, it’s over, uh
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| Peggy, where you been at? |
| Getting all this promo
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| When it comes to money, bet these niggas is a no-show
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| I’ve been out in Bed-Stuy, chilling with my feet up
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| Laughing at these SoundCloud niggas trying to be us
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| When I say us, bet, I don’t mean no fucking crew
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| Peggy been a solo act since Looney Tunes and Goofy Troops
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| Catch me out in Barksdale, counting fettuccine
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| While you pussy crackers still trying to pass P. T
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| Ooh, I’m up in Brownsville, strapped with a Kimber
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| All you yuppie purses getting swiped like Tinder
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| Now I’m at the White House, looking for your President
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| Hop out the van, pointing guns at your residence
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| Ooh, I’m up in Queens now, showing y’all a body
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| Hoping that you pussy ass c******s try and find me
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| Chains on my body, looking like a rapper
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| Acting like a slave when I’m gunning for my masters, nigga
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| Fuck these niggas!
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| Buck these niggas!
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| Yeah
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| It’s ironic you pressed for a cooking
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| It’s ironic you talk jail time, but you ain’t never seen no central booking
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| (Yeah)
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| It’s ironic you hang with a nigga that beat women
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| And have the nerve to call yourself «Girl Pusher,» wow
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| You ain’t real, you’re a Jarrod, I’ll show you how I really feel (Yah)
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| White boy better put his hands up, I’m ready
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| And I’m getting Wilder, shoutout to Deontay
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| Country niggas booming Peggy, I’m the new Beyoncé
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| Devil on my entrée, cut like Dante
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| Promise I will never go blonde like Ka- (Hol' up)
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| Promise I will never go blonde like Kanye?
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| Got so many styles, they should call me Peggy A. J
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| When I hit the stage, niggas know it’s a payday
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| Tell your bitch, come here, like I work for Midway, nigga!
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| (Fuck!)
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| Like fire |