(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)
