收聽Bun B的Creepin (Explicit)歌詞歌曲

Creepin (Explicit)

Bun B, Slim Thug, Paul Wall2007年12月26日

Creepin (Explicit) 歌詞

 

I ripple in my spray

Candy painted them lights

How the f**k the 8's fall off

When niggers ever wear like what we right

Keep a country chick on my right

Shot gun when you see me rolling

From my bit to my b***h in my right

You gonna say all that s**t holding

Them boys be glowing got diamonds all in they mouth

We came out shine got n****r blind they

Sipping sitting on the couch

S**tting on boys every time I pull out

I'm a real nigger real niggers gonna

Come to the h you gonna see we ball come on

Dirty one retire my b***hes like

Some d**k p***y fire

Been pimping since before still tipping

While you niggers still

Creeping the still balling in the mix

Creeping the still balling in the mix

Creeping the still balling in the mix

Creeping the creeping the

Creeping the still balling in the mix

Creeping the still balling in the mix

Creeping the still balling in the mix

Creeping the creeping the

Well let me creepin let me crawl it's the

All the hating is futile I keep my paper on

Got the screens falling down they clumsy just like a child

Incredible is the smile interior reptile

My bed is horrible cause I swing too much

You can take a picture but oh baby please don't touch

Out here walking around with a limb

I be leaning with no crutch

Nah these h*es can't but they pay me we going dutch

So that dutch is what I clutch

Cause that hating just a

I'm on my grind

If you a fool if you think I ain't

Out here chasing after that

Until I gain then it's back to the city of

Creeping the still balling in the mix

Creeping the still balling in the mix

Creeping the still balling in the mix

Creeping the creeping the

Creeping the still balling in the mix

Creeping the still balling in the mix

Creeping the still balling in the mix

Creeping the creeping the

I'm represent that south south

Gold teeth in they mouth mouth

Gold chains on they neck neck

F**k that gal as soon as I meet her

Cause my gun wherever I gotta

Get back on your job we go hard

My squad ain't playing no games

No gladiators no thangs

2 out of the box take no ground is gonna ride

Is gonna hide

Creeping the still balling in the mix

Creeping the still balling in the mix

Creeping the still balling in the mix

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Creeping the still balling in the mix

Creeping the still balling in the mix

Creeping the still balling in the mix

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