Creep

Ass so Fat man that shit don't make no sense
She gon play games with you and leave you suspense
I threw some dollas for you make the expense
Get you those all purses is it worth it
If I gave you more than what you need would you flourish
Had to trim off all the grass and watch out for the serpent
You ain't never been in my shoes so don't misinterpret
Never had 360 money but now I'm a circuit

If I gave you the bag would you come back with a Triple Double
Get me out the Box if I was ever in some trouble
Mami I need someone to count on
Pass too if we were ever down one
Clutch shooter, hot shot, girl Top Notch
Sweet Taste eat up like it's chocolate
Beat Blaze you could go thank Rawket
I don't even know if she's a keeper
All I know is

Ass so Fat man that shit don't make no sense
She gon play games with you and leave you suspense 
I threw some dollas for you make the expense
Get you those all purses is it worth it
If I gave you more than what you need would you flourish
Had to trim off all the grass and watch out for the serpent
You ain't never been in my shoes so don't misinterpret
Never had 360 money but now I'm a circuit

You deserve, everything expensive
Got the keys made it out trenches
Balling When I was on the sidelines
Wrote the book clearly you ain't follow guidelines

In million dollar whip, Writing a billion dollar song
Haters they be vibing, Mad that they gon sing along
Mi casa tu casa, No Sabes que mami you belong
If they tell you they saw this coming you know they was wrong

I bought 6ix pairs cause I hate when they crease
All my diamonds like Reese's
You wanted a piece
You can call me when you need me
Don't take my love for granted and mistreat me
Imma creep and I don't sleep when I be with you
I need somebody I could vent too
I'm gravy and they want me to feel guilty
Thought you was family, you first to do me filthy

Every time you bounce that ass
Yeah what I worked for
I create the waves I'm riding on surfboard
Prepaid my grave won't see em up on billboard
I got brothas in the hood that I would kill for

I'm throwing dimes and these touches
We smoke a pound of these dutches
I kiss her lips when they Luscious
I make the coochie get wetter
You got Channel in Bikinis
This start to feel like a set up
My birthday right on the corner
What lingerie should I get her

Ass so Fat man that shit don't make no sense
She gon play games with you and leave you suspense 
I threw some dollas for you make the expense
Get you those all purses is it worth it
If I gave you more than what you need would you flourish
Had to trim off all the grass and watch out for the serpent
You ain't never been in my shoes so don't misinterpret
Never had 360 money but now I'm a circuit



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Payero
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