| Brixton, baby
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| Lekaa Beats
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| Lived 24 years of my life and I’m still on my feet
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| People wanna see my dead in the streets
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| Brother get shot in my head, then to beg on my knees
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| I never sleep, I’ve been living the dream
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| Uh, woke up in the morning with a buff ting
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| Kissin' on my neck, hella touching
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| Makin' chciken soup with some dumpling
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| Caribbean spice got me on a fruit punch ting
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| Body petite
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| Take off her jeans
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| I wonderin' what’s underneath
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| She give me the P
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| I give her the D
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| Fam, I bet she can’t walk for a couple of weeks
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| Then I touch the streets, link the g’s
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| Live my life like it’s Christmas Eve
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| 'Cause everyday nowadays celebrate
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| With the fam give presents and say my grace
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| Yo, I wake up everyday feeling blessed up
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| Lookin' out the window, shits messed up
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| Young kids out here gettin' cheffed up
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| Everybody’s feelin' like their next up
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| Two bitches chilling on the backseat
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| This week, I really had a mad week
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| Baby girl, I’m all you can eat
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| Put your legs on the table like an antique
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| Uh, I said talk to me darling
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| Holla at me when you wake up in the morning
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| FaceTime see a young nigga yawning
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| Pretty face have a young nigga falling
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| You better know you have to come when I’m callin'
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| See me at the traffic light, start stallin'
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| On my king-size bed, have you crawlin'
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| Nigga I’m all in, yeah I’m mawlin'
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| All in, pull out game strong for real
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| Last night, could’ve died 'cause she dressed to kill
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| Got the Henny plus weed, ain’t takin' no pills
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| I was active, it’s time to chill
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| Really living my life, life could’ve been nuts
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| So many opps, there’s too many to drop
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| Pray I never get shot by these filthy cops
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| The streets broke my heart, I can fall in love
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| Can’t fall in love
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| That’s foolish stuff
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| I would order stuff
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| Hit the feds at the ends and leave it all to us
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| We done came from the bottom, what’s a fool to us
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| She think she’s bad, but you’re really just a fool to us
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| She the funny boy ting, that ain’t cool to us
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| Street life was just liek a school to us
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| Living life everyday, I want it all for us
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| So what you sayin' to me, can’t we get this Peak?
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| Let’s get a mill stacked up like a Christmas tree
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| And the mansion keys plus a Mercedes
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| Right now, feel like I’m on 100 degrees
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| No rest, no sleep
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| Going hard all week
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| Bro, health is wealth, I’m soon done with weed
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| I never crushed a
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| You big man, fuck it, let me hit your ganja
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| Brixton, baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Peakbo , by - Sneakbo. Song from the album Brixton, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп