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Creep
作詞:Curtis James Jackson, Albert Johnson, Bappi Lahiri, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, R. Pant
That's that creep, creep mode baby, we in creep mode Don't come around here, baby, shining like that, yeah
It's crazy on this side, come through, gun through Oh, ya man live out here, don't go and get comfortable Don't know what he told you ain't sweet around here And I don't care what he told you ain't sweet around here
See you riding that infinity, now that's not fair What's that a 2006? Okay Playboy we got balls that ain't made all day You comin' through the hood straight dangling state, yeah
We takin' medium-rare, grilled debatin' us Letting' that slide's not up for debate Oh, you met, you a local guess what she bait She don't know right now but trust me the bitch bait
I won't get all in the business that shorty is mad cool My man was diggin' at but she a lil' bit nasty to First time we catch you comin' out the building we snatch you And takin' what's yours, first thing we ask you is
Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah
Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got something' to live for around here
You ask me all these rappers is bums Have showed me the flow and I ran with it dun I mean really, y'all got to be the most worst Rap shit I ever heard compared to P verse
We emerge on the scene Everything seems, stop, watch is very bling, bling Nigga wanna swing swing, very much so But once we get in the air that's a wrap bro
Our songs good to go straight to the radio Flex easy on the bomb let these niggas hear to flow We Americas most dangerous to have fans 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 New York, New York, we the kings of the dam
We party too much and smoke too much grass And we never see the bright side we only see the bad Fuck all that, it's a lot of niggas dead And I wont let â€~em get me how they got them
Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah
Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got something' to live for around here
Yeah, cock that, aim that, squeeze that, shoot the steel Cadillac Coupe De Ville, wood grain on the wheel Cocaine in the pot, baking soda water hot When the ice cubes drop, look at that, that's crack
Bag that nigga stack, black hoody fitted hat Grimy nigga with a gat screamin', 'Where the money at?' My hood Southside, riders ride that's right Yayo he know, Banks know, Buck know
Shit it ain't about the dough I ain't really with it yo Camouflage on the low, ridin' round with the heat I ain't say wassup to you, nigga you don't know me I'm on the grind all the time, heavy shine and a nine
Clip fill till the tip, stunt I get on some shit Different day, different bitch, old hoody new kicks Oldsmobile fuck that, no rims, hubcaps Keep my eyes open for them niggas that dun buck that
Fuck brought ya ass around here Like you somebody lookin', like the player of the year, boy Fuck brought ya ass around here This is Queens lil' homie get caught around here, yeah
Fuck brought ya ass around here Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yeah Fuck brought ya ass around here Like niggas got something' to live for around here
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