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PEEPSnation - Come Around Lyrics




[ Featuring will.i.am ]

[Chorus: Era]
You don't wanna talk about
All the skeletons in ya closet
You hate when we come around
Cuz the real make you nauseous
Think before you run ya mouth
Cuz my niggas stay cautious
You just do it for the clout
Yeah we really on that boss shit
Pull up, hop out, watch me stunt
Do it for the team
Grind for everything I want
I got Lambo dreams
I been cooking up that crack
Yeah we serving fiends
Cash rules everything around me
Yeah that f*cking CREAM

[Verse 1: Apollo]
We ain't really with the nonsense
So, think twice before you cross us
I been treating boujee bitches like they options
And I been cutting out these fakes in the process
I got the shawty of your dreams at my concert
After my set ima turn her to a monster
And she keep rocking all my clothes like she sponsored
And when it's time to cut that cake I'll do the honors
Nigga be honest
Why the f*ck you niggas think you so accomplished?
I got a cloth on my lap when I sat down
And I got clear landing when I lay my Mac down
A lot of people do they talking in the background
When they know they ain't f*cking with the kid tho
When they see me they gone treat me like I'm kinfolk
And I'm screaming f*ck the world like a nympho

[Bridge: Apollo]
My whip hella tinted
My bitch photogenic
My fit authentic
I'm so self centered
Got people in my phone I ain't heard from in a minute tryna tell me that miss me but it didn't make a difference
If said it then I meant it
I hope you get offended
Everything hitting young nigga need a pennant
Push it to the limit, I ain't with the gimmicks
Gotta keep my Jesus piece a nigga superstitious

[Chorus]
You don't wanna talk about
All the skeletons in ya closet
You hate when we come around
Cuz the real make you nauseous
Think before you run ya mouth
Cuz my niggas stay cautious
You just do it for the clout
Yeah we really on that boss shit
Pull up, hop out, watch me stunt
Do it for the team
Grind for everything I want
I got Lambo dreams
I been cooking up that crack
Yeah we serving fiends
Cash rules everything around me
Yeah that f*cking CREAM

[Verse 2: William $.]
93 baby got yo bitch on drip
Find me getting wavy while my spirit getting rich
Still distribute light, gave the sun to a bitch
Gave the moon to myself then I put it in my spliff
Why you tryin to take away my place? (Uh)
Y'all still ain't got shit that y'all can say (Uh)
Upper Echelon, we on the way up
Got the schezwan all in ya face
Sauce coming by the case load
Bitches manipulating ya mind for the cake though
Haters anticipating the shine, the won't say so
The game is so give and take, I'mma climb till it ain't rope
Down like all the time but I still keep the same hope
Can't f*ck with you if you is not a boss now
State to state, every day I be flossed out
Watch the next shit I drop, Cuz it's finna bring ya cost down
Come around fake and get crossed out

[Bridge]
My whip hella tinted
My bitch photogenic
My fit authentic
I'm so self centered
Got people in my phone I ain't heard from in a minute tryna tell me that miss me but it didn't make a difference
If said it then I meant it
I hope you get offended
Everything hitting young nigga need a pennant
Push it to the limit, I ain't with the gimmicks
Gotta keep my Jesus piece a nigga superstitious

[Chorus]
You don't wanna talk about
All the skeletons in ya closet
You hate when we come around
Cuz the real make you nauseous
Think before you run ya mouth
Cuz my niggas stay cautious
You just do it for the clout
Yeah we really on that boss shit
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[Chorus: Era]
You don't wanna talk about
All the skeletons in ya closet
You hate when we come around
Cuz the real make you nauseous
Think before you run ya mouth
Cuz my niggas stay cautious
You just do it for the clout
Yeah we really on that boss shit
Pull up, hop out, watch me stunt
Do it for the team
Grind for everything I want
I got Lambo dreams
I been cooking up that crack
Yeah we serving fiends
Cash rules everything around me
Yeah that f*cking CREAM

[Verse 1: Apollo]
We ain't really with the nonsense
So, think twice before you cross us
I been treating boujee bitches like they options
And I been cutting out these fakes in the process
I got the shawty of your dreams at my concert
After my set ima turn her to a monster
And she keep rocking all my clothes like she sponsored
And when it's time to cut that cake I'll do the honors
Nigga be honest
Why the f*ck you niggas think you so accomplished?
I got a cloth on my lap when I sat down
And I got clear landing when I lay my Mac down
A lot of people do they talking in the background
When they know they ain't f*cking with the kid tho
When they see me they gone treat me like I'm kinfolk
And I'm screaming f*ck the world like a nympho

[Bridge: Apollo]
My whip hella tinted
My bitch photogenic
My fit authentic
I'm so self centered
Got people in my phone I ain't heard from in a minute tryna tell me that miss me but it didn't make a difference
If said it then I meant it
I hope you get offended
Everything hitting young nigga need a pennant
Push it to the limit, I ain't with the gimmicks
Gotta keep my Jesus piece a nigga superstitious

[Chorus]
You don't wanna talk about
All the skeletons in ya closet
You hate when we come around
Cuz the real make you nauseous
Think before you run ya mouth
Cuz my niggas stay cautious
You just do it for the clout
Yeah we really on that boss shit
Pull up, hop out, watch me stunt
Do it for the team
Grind for everything I want
I got Lambo dreams
I been cooking up that crack
Yeah we serving fiends
Cash rules everything around me
Yeah that f*cking CREAM

[Verse 2: William $.]
93 baby got yo bitch on drip
Find me getting wavy while my spirit getting rich
Still distribute light, gave the sun to a bitch
Gave the moon to myself then I put it in my spliff
Why you tryin to take away my place? (Uh)
Y'all still ain't got shit that y'all can say (Uh)
Upper Echelon, we on the way up
Got the schezwan all in ya face
Sauce coming by the case load
Bitches manipulating ya mind for the cake though
Haters anticipating the shine, the won't say so
The game is so give and take, I'mma climb till it ain't rope
Down like all the time but I still keep the same hope
Can't f*ck with you if you is not a boss now
State to state, every day I be flossed out
Watch the next shit I drop, Cuz it's finna bring ya cost down
Come around fake and get crossed out

[Bridge]
My whip hella tinted
My bitch photogenic
My fit authentic
I'm so self centered
Got people in my phone I ain't heard from in a minute tryna tell me that miss me but it didn't make a difference
If said it then I meant it
I hope you get offended
Everything hitting young nigga need a pennant
Push it to the limit, I ain't with the gimmicks
Gotta keep my Jesus piece a nigga superstitious

[Chorus]
You don't wanna talk about
All the skeletons in ya closet
You hate when we come around
Cuz the real make you nauseous
Think before you run ya mouth
Cuz my niggas stay cautious
You just do it for the clout
Yeah we really on that boss shit
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Writer: Annaliese Schiersch, Chelsea Tallarico, Jon Foster, Morgan Taylor Reid
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