Creeping

Who that
Shh shh
Who that
Shh shh

Shh shh
Who that creeping
Through my window
Shh shh
Who that creeping
Round my house
Shh shh
Who that creeping
Who that
Shh shh
Blaow
Nobody now

Shh shh
Who that creeping
Through my window
Shh shh
Who that creeping
Round my house
Shh shh
Who that creeping
Who that
Shh shh
Blaow
Nobody now

Who that tip toeing
Snuck yo bitch
In through the front door
Yeah
Don't do a lot of talking
Keep it on the low
Ran off on the plug
Yeah nigga
Gotta go
Where I get it from
Man I don't even know
Wait til you see my
Aye
Hold up
I mean
Wait til you see my
Aye
But you know they gonna talk
Sending more my way
Ain't no more play in ga
I'm in nc
And she eyeing me
Yeah she fly to me
She got them phat cheeks
And I'm sliding
I like it when she bounce it
They call it riding
The way she f it up
It's exciting
Ooo f it up
Ooo yeah f it up
I knew it was heavy from
The front
Who that is
That followed
That phat ass
To my house
See

Shh shh
Who that creeping
Through my window
Shh shh
Who that creeping
Round my house
Shh shh
Who that creeping
Who that
Shh shh
Blaow
Nobody now

Shh shh
Who that creeping
Through my window
Shh shh
Who that creeping
Round my house
Shh shh
Who that creeping
Who that
Shh shh
Blaow
Nobody now

See this what I'm talking bout
All that ass back there
Just be
Too much trouble
You can't play me dawg
Cuz I stay with muzzle



Credits
Writer(s): Damian Simmons
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