Creep
Gang, gang, gang,
What we gon' do
We gon' show them
Creep, creep, creep, creep, walk a nigga down like one, two, three
I say creep, creep, creep, creep, teach that boy a lesson like ABC
I say creep, creep, creep, creep, walk a nigga down like one, two, three
I say creep, creep, creep, creep, teach that boy a lesson like ABC
We gon' teach that boy a lesson like ABC
You still fuck that bitch and she got HIV
My bitches think I'm Cena, how they can't see me
Hit that boy up last night, now it's R.I.P
This bitch love to hop on dick, this bitch R.I.D.E
If you ain't got my bread, you wasting T.I.M.E
This bitch ain't got no bread, go get your P.P.P
But she'd rather be a whore, she making DVDs
Niggas still toting nines, we shooting two, two, threes
And they swarm around your ass like it's B.O.3
Keep talking sweet, you'll get left on that T
Ain't no pillow talk in me, bitch, I'm straight from the street
Charged his ass the whole fee, nigga tried to short me
This bitch suck the dick slow, like is you trying to bore me
Me and bro two deep, you'll get stumped with four feet
Told the nigga don't reach, if you reach, I'll teach
Creep, creep, creep, creep
Walk a nigga down like one, two, three
I say creep, creep, creep, creep
Teach that boy a lesson like ABC's
I say creep, creep, creep, creep
Walk a nigga down like one, two, three
I say creep, creep, creep, creep
Teach that boy a lesson like ABC's
Better creep, or the whole play is fucked up
Got this bitch, if I give her pills, it's getting stuffed up
Yo daddy said you was a bitch, so we roughed you up
My bro done drunk the whole script like that nigga nuts
But I ain't give a fuck, cause he gon' pay it back
I ain't even look at this bitch twice, cause her ass was flat
I ain't even shoot his car up, left him on some flats
I seen that boy out in public, and knocked off his hat
I ain't aiming for no legs, these straight face shots
Swear to God, I love my fucking lawyer, got my case dropped
What you trying to sip, I got some act, let a 8 drop
I ain't getting caught, when I let this 38 pop
Creep, creep, creep, creep
Walk a nigga down like one, two, three
I say creep, creep, creep, creep
Teach that boy a lesson like ABC's
I say creep, creep, creep, creep
Walk a nigga down like one, two, three
I say creep, creep, creep, creep
Like ABC's
What we gon' do
We gon' show them
Creep, creep, creep, creep, walk a nigga down like one, two, three
I say creep, creep, creep, creep, teach that boy a lesson like ABC
I say creep, creep, creep, creep, walk a nigga down like one, two, three
I say creep, creep, creep, creep, teach that boy a lesson like ABC
We gon' teach that boy a lesson like ABC
You still fuck that bitch and she got HIV
My bitches think I'm Cena, how they can't see me
Hit that boy up last night, now it's R.I.P
This bitch love to hop on dick, this bitch R.I.D.E
If you ain't got my bread, you wasting T.I.M.E
This bitch ain't got no bread, go get your P.P.P
But she'd rather be a whore, she making DVDs
Niggas still toting nines, we shooting two, two, threes
And they swarm around your ass like it's B.O.3
Keep talking sweet, you'll get left on that T
Ain't no pillow talk in me, bitch, I'm straight from the street
Charged his ass the whole fee, nigga tried to short me
This bitch suck the dick slow, like is you trying to bore me
Me and bro two deep, you'll get stumped with four feet
Told the nigga don't reach, if you reach, I'll teach
Creep, creep, creep, creep
Walk a nigga down like one, two, three
I say creep, creep, creep, creep
Teach that boy a lesson like ABC's
I say creep, creep, creep, creep
Walk a nigga down like one, two, three
I say creep, creep, creep, creep
Teach that boy a lesson like ABC's
Better creep, or the whole play is fucked up
Got this bitch, if I give her pills, it's getting stuffed up
Yo daddy said you was a bitch, so we roughed you up
My bro done drunk the whole script like that nigga nuts
But I ain't give a fuck, cause he gon' pay it back
I ain't even look at this bitch twice, cause her ass was flat
I ain't even shoot his car up, left him on some flats
I seen that boy out in public, and knocked off his hat
I ain't aiming for no legs, these straight face shots
Swear to God, I love my fucking lawyer, got my case dropped
What you trying to sip, I got some act, let a 8 drop
I ain't getting caught, when I let this 38 pop
Creep, creep, creep, creep
Walk a nigga down like one, two, three
I say creep, creep, creep, creep
Teach that boy a lesson like ABC's
I say creep, creep, creep, creep
Walk a nigga down like one, two, three
I say creep, creep, creep, creep
Like ABC's
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