Creepin' lyrics

by

Kool A.D.


[Fat Tony]
She told me she want it, she on me
Doggone it, she got it
Then she got a call from the man that formerly had it
He said that she's the only one that matters
The next week, she was planning the marriage
But that next Sunday I was in her sheets...
On the creep, deep up in her cheeks
She told me that on that Tuesday we could probably meet
To beat, long as I be discreet
She got me crazy in love like Beyonce
The problem is I work for the fiancé
And have been for the past year
Plus I heard that n*gga lives near
Yet I'm still up in her house
On the couch, drinking stout, she pulled her titties out
She forgot that he was coming back
And when I saw his face, I had to laugh

I can't see me coming out of her thighs
So I gotta make her man cry

[Stunnaman]
Westside, Two Eight
No, n*gga, my money straight
Candy, wet paint
Faded, this sh*t crazy
Mercedes with yo lady
Big pimpin', I'm Jay-Z
f*ck em, make em pay me
Man these b*tches can't play em
Talkin swagger off the meter
Young player, don't blame me
That Britney do aim me
Hot boy, baby
Dope di*k shawty, got her coming back daily
Free Max B, yeah everything wavy
Yeah these hoes know I'm the sh*t
I be creepin' with yo b*tch
Got a hundred on my wrist
Ain't nothing but a pimp

[Fat Tony]
I can't see me coming out of her thighs
So I gotta make her man cry

[Tom Cruz]
Top Gunner, and Stunna, and Tony
These b*tch ass n*ggas don't know me and they can't relate
This b*tch better use Colgate when she come and blow me
Could it be an Italian b*tch like Marisa Tomei?
Or a Spanish girl that say "olé"?
You ain't gotta ask why her pus*y pet name is Toby, I own her
Like the company owns the logo on the Toyota in the Daytona
Get up on her I make her say "shamona!"
And just like MJ, I cater to a lot of demographics
That specialize in acrobatics, these b*tches be fanatics
I ain't really mad at dude, it ain't no salt
But she got them knockers
Like Silkk the Shocker, it ain't my fault!

[Fat Tony]
It is what it is, n*gga…
f*ckin' with yo girl
On the late night tip
Night after night
Day after day
She on my di*k
I'm talkin' to you especially...

I can't see me coming out of her thighs
So I gotta make her man cry

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