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(feat. Storm) [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 Letras de canciones[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 x3] From Letras Mania