Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peakbo, artist - Sneakbo. Album song Brixton, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: jetskiwave
Song language: English
Peakbo |
| Brixton, baby |
| Lekaa Beats |
| Lived 24 years of my life and I’m still on my feet |
| People wanna see my dead in the streets |
| Brother get shot in my head, then to beg on my knees |
| I never sleep, I’ve been living the dream |
| Uh, woke up in the morning with a buff ting |
| Kissin' on my neck, hella touching |
| Makin' chciken soup with some dumpling |
| Caribbean spice got me on a fruit punch ting |
| Body petite |
| Take off her jeans |
| I wonderin' what’s underneath |
| She give me the P |
| I give her the D |
| Fam, I bet she can’t walk for a couple of weeks |
| Then I touch the streets, link the g’s |
| Live my life like it’s Christmas Eve |
| 'Cause everyday nowadays celebrate |
| With the fam give presents and say my grace |
| Yo, I wake up everyday feeling blessed up |
| Lookin' out the window, shits messed up |
| Young kids out here gettin' cheffed up |
| Everybody’s feelin' like their next up |
| Two bitches chilling on the backseat |
| This week, I really had a mad week |
| Baby girl, I’m all you can eat |
| Put your legs on the table like an antique |
| Uh, I said talk to me darling |
| Holla at me when you wake up in the morning |
| FaceTime see a young nigga yawning |
| Pretty face have a young nigga falling |
| You better know you have to come when I’m callin' |
| See me at the traffic light, start stallin' |
| On my king-size bed, have you crawlin' |
| Nigga I’m all in, yeah I’m mawlin' |
| All in, pull out game strong for real |
| Last night, could’ve died 'cause she dressed to kill |
| Got the Henny plus weed, ain’t takin' no pills |
| I was active, it’s time to chill |
| Really living my life, life could’ve been nuts |
| So many opps, there’s too many to drop |
| Pray I never get shot by these filthy cops |
| The streets broke my heart, I can fall in love |
| Can’t fall in love |
| That’s foolish stuff |
| I would order stuff |
| Hit the feds at the ends and leave it all to us |
| We done came from the bottom, what’s a fool to us |
| She think she’s bad, but you’re really just a fool to us |
| She the funny boy ting, that ain’t cool to us |
| Street life was just liek a school to us |
| Living life everyday, I want it all for us |
| So what you sayin' to me, can’t we get this Peak? |
| Let’s get a mill stacked up like a Christmas tree |
| And the mansion keys plus a Mercedes |
| Right now, feel like I’m on 100 degrees |
| No rest, no sleep |
| Going hard all week |
| Bro, health is wealth, I’m soon done with weed |
| I never crushed a |
| You big man, fuck it, let me hit your ganja |
| Brixton, baby |