PEEP GAME Tobe Nwigwe (Ft. Fat)

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[Intro: Tobe Nwigwe]
Get Twisted Sundays
It's bout to be epic

[Verse 1: Tobe Nwigwe]
Look
I get it rockin' like a cradle
I never sold Cain, but I was able
To see my partners make thorough bread without the stable
While packin' somethin' fatal that make ya top spin like Dreidel
Ouu
I hung around them shells like April
O Neal, oh feel me when I get to saying
It's so real, folk will think that it's entertaining
Til' them shots fly, no subliminal
That's the plight of aggravated aboriginals
My whole life, I been congregating with criminals
I swear I graduated with just minimal effort
Lectures to me was received better from the King of Bedford
Stuy-ves-ant
I swear Biggie taught me lessons
My guess is his propensity for excellence
Might not get discussed by the adolescents
But I'm blessed with
Yeah