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Creepin' Video (MV)




Performed By: PT
Language: English
Length: 1:59
Written by: Paul Thames




PT - Creepin' Lyrics
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I hit a nigga hoe and had her singin', no soprano though
I really do this shit, I swear to God, that's on my momma though
I'm not a player, I just crush a lot, I'm like my father though
Like I'm the type to knock a nigga bitch and then I block the hoe
Like I'm the type to push her off a cliff and say Geronimo
Or send a shot, to nigga's actin' sick like where the doctor go
I get the creepin' on him, I ain't talkin' bout Rozanda, bro
A nigga get the playin', we gon' smoke him like a Optimo
Somebody cool me down
A hot nigga, keep a squirter when I move around
I hit the store and met this yellow bone, you know she blew me down
I know they thinkin' bout it, but they know what Nina do to clowns
She tryna f*ck around
I got some enemies, that's why I always keep the gun around
My brother got a 50, he just like the way to drummer sound
This bitch ain't tryna pay me, I ain't finna take the unders down
Every time I step out, they tryna take a pic
She chose up with a P, I know you hate the bitch
You know if it ain't makin' dollars, it ain't makin' sense
I need a go-getter, not a basic bitch
Ayy, it get chilly in the north
Okay, a nigga play with us, he gon' get torched
With a stick, hittin' licks, back when you was on the porch
Bro, askin' for the glock, he a drill, so of course
Ayy, look, she finna f*ck it up
I never switch, these niggas hatin', I just run it up
I know he mad, I hit his hoe, she got a bubble butt
But I ain't finna give her back, this nigga outta luck
I hit a nigga hoe and had her singin', no soprano though
I really do this shit, I swear to God, that's on my momma though
I'm not a player, I just crush a lot, I'm like my father though
Like I'm the type to knock a nigga bitch and then I block the hoe
Like I'm the type to push her off a cliff and say Geronimo
Or send a shot, to nigga's actin' sick like where the doctor go
I get the creepin' on him, I ain't talkin' bout Rozanda, bro
A nigga get to,
We gon' smoke him like a,
Ayy
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I hit a nigga hoe and had her singin', no soprano though
I really do this shit, I swear to God, that's on my momma though
I'm not a player, I just crush a lot, I'm like my father though
Like I'm the type to knock a nigga bitch and then I block the hoe
Like I'm the type to push her off a cliff and say Geronimo
Or send a shot, to nigga's actin' sick like where the doctor go
I get the creepin' on him, I ain't talkin' bout Rozanda, bro
A nigga get the playin', we gon' smoke him like a Optimo
Somebody cool me down
A hot nigga, keep a squirter when I move around
I hit the store and met this yellow bone, you know she blew me down
I know they thinkin' bout it, but they know what Nina do to clowns
She tryna f*ck around
I got some enemies, that's why I always keep the gun around
My brother got a 50, he just like the way to drummer sound
This bitch ain't tryna pay me, I ain't finna take the unders down
Every time I step out, they tryna take a pic
She chose up with a P, I know you hate the bitch
You know if it ain't makin' dollars, it ain't makin' sense
I need a go-getter, not a basic bitch
Ayy, it get chilly in the north
Okay, a nigga play with us, he gon' get torched
With a stick, hittin' licks, back when you was on the porch
Bro, askin' for the glock, he a drill, so of course
Ayy, look, she finna f*ck it up
I never switch, these niggas hatin', I just run it up
I know he mad, I hit his hoe, she got a bubble butt
But I ain't finna give her back, this nigga outta luck
I hit a nigga hoe and had her singin', no soprano though
I really do this shit, I swear to God, that's on my momma though
I'm not a player, I just crush a lot, I'm like my father though
Like I'm the type to knock a nigga bitch and then I block the hoe
Like I'm the type to push her off a cliff and say Geronimo
Or send a shot, to nigga's actin' sick like where the doctor go
I get the creepin' on him, I ain't talkin' bout Rozanda, bro
A nigga get to,
We gon' smoke him like a,
Ayy
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Writer: Paul Thames
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