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lirik lagu creepin – dxddy mxck

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yuh
yeah, yeah, woah, yeah

[verse 1: matt gantos]
off the rip, make em dip
.223 gone take his hip
different type of n*gga talk, man his grips ain’t got this
and yo mans ain’t no sh*t, whole gang ain’t on sh*t (sh*t)
cause his family and them is sh*t, whole lotta sh*t, ain’t no one sh*t (sh*t, sh*t, sh*t)
i’m a brickman, might start landscaping, more profit (woo)
go hard up in the projects for people who wanna flip
my people who bad i spit
my reasons and the way i live
this a big car, sp*ce in this so where the engine is?
chip across on a n*gga like i came with vvs
i just went and scooped a bowl and now i’m smoking tiki (woo)
she don’t let mе in too deep, she said she loosing feeling
she [?] and now i’m busting on hеr feelings
i put this whip in auto when i’m riding through the city
smoking on gelato, boy this b*tch is like a chimney
my b*tch is like a model, i be beating down her kidney
i got my lil diablo, he gone send them through your ceiling

[chorus: matt gantos and dxddy mxck ]
creeping in the night (night)
reaper in them nikes (nikes)
jeepers, gave him fright
chopper rock him, lullabies
for my dogs i ride (i ride)
till the [?]
you can’t hang around my kind
these n*ggas ain’t like the solid kind
creeping in the night (night)
reaper in them nikes (nikes)
jeepers, gave him fright
chopper rock him, lullabies
for my dogs i ride (i ride)
till the [?] (let’s go)
you can’t hang around my kind
these n*ggas ain’t like the solid kind
[verse 2: dxddy mxck]
working all the time, n*ggas hating all the time
n*gga, i’m still in my prime
but i ain’t gone waste a dime
n*gga, how’d you get the bag
could’ve got this sh*t i’m trying
but i still be going hard every single day and night
n*gga
y’all be going crazy over p*ssy, yeah that’s crazy sh*t
y’all be tryna act tough but y’all p*ssy, n*ggas make no sense
i extend the clip in case i gotta deal with craziness
bro just poured a line inside the faygo, said he flavoured it
i got 4 hoes fighting for me, b*tch i feel like flavour flav
i got 4 whips, but i ride the beamer almost everyday
bullets ricochet, still hit your ass if you ain’t in the way
you look in my bank and you can start to tell i’m getting paid

[verse 3: dxddy mxck]
4 rings on my fingers, look like i just won a superbowl
this n*gga tried me, imma pull his car feel like a yu*gi*oh!
paper hanging out a n*gga pocket, this for you to know
i be in the trap, i’m making way more than the usual
catch me in the cut that’s whipping something that ain’t usual
really in the playing circle, hanging with the usuals
she want bustdown diamonds on her chain, she say it’s beautiful
paper in my pockets make me sad that sh*t ain’t*
[chorus: matt gantos]
creeping in the night
reaper in them nikes
jeepers, gave him fright
chopper rock him, lullabies
for my dogs i ride
till the [?]
you can’t hang around my kind
these n*ggas ain’t like the solid kind
creeping in the night (night)
reaper in them nikes (nikes)
jeepers, gave him fright
chopper rock him, lullabies
for my dogs i ride (i ride)
till the [?]
you can’t hang around my kind
these n*ggas ain’t like the solid kind
yuh

- dxddy mxck

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