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• Artiste: Danny Towers
• Titre: Kreepin
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Ayy, pipe up, Hoodrixh D.T. in this motherfucker, man Whole lotta [?] Yeah, yeah, yeah They was sleepin' on me, now I'm wakin' 'em up Baking soda, yola, got me scrapin' it up She said, "Why your brother tryna pay me to fuck?" Bitch, my brothers is my brothers so I can't give a fuck Slidin' through the bitty, bitch, you painted in red I can't tell my niggas shit, them niggas fucked off they heads I've been through so much shit, them niggas left me for dead Now I'm creepin' with the stick, that's how you force me to play it I spin big in that double R, jumpin' out with blicks I put a ten on your fuckin' noggin', you can't tell me shit Like, why these niggas think say they tough? When shit gets rough they jumpin' ship Like, why these niggas think they us? That typa shit'll get you flipped Fuck-nigga, always trippin' 'bout a bitch You a fuck-nigga, waitin' for some shit you can switch Fuck-nigga, why you kissin' on a trick Always beefin' 'bout some hoes, that typa shit won't get you rich Fuck-nigga, always trippin' 'bout a bitch You a fuck-nigga, waitin' for some shit you can switch Fuck-nigga, why you kissin' on a trick Always beefin' 'bout some hoes, that typa shit won't get you rich, nigga Okay, okay-okay, okay-okay Okay, okay-okay, okay-okay Okay, okay-okay, man, do the damn verse, nigga (Okay!) Ultimate Denzel in this bitch, you know y'all niggas finished I got money on my mind, you niggas can't mind your business Stayed with the 'caine like [?] Niggas be thinkin' that I am so psycho is menace Buddy, you talkin' 'bout [?] Buddy, I'm talkin' 'bout [?] sticky Beefin' 'bout some hoes, now I'm creepin' on my fours This fire in my hand could make you stop, drop, and roll If bullets comin' fast, then I guess you leakin' slow But I ain't into murder, so I guess I'll let you go (Keep walkin') But what I can do is take a pic of your grill (Pic of your grill) Slide it on my dawg, now he know where you lives (I know where you stay) Murk the family off, but except for the kids Then raise them as my own, have 'em think you a bitch 'Cause you a Fuck-nigga, always trippin' 'bout a bitch You a fuck-nigga, waitin' for some shit you can switch Fuck-nigga, why you kissin' on a trick Always beefin' 'bout some hoes, that typa shit won't get you rich Fuck-nigga, always trippin' 'bout a bitch You a fuck-nigga, waitin' for some shit you can switch Fuck-nigga, why you kissin' on a trick Always beefin' 'bout some hoes, that typa shit won't get you rich