Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Creep on Ya, artist - Filthy GearsDate of issue: 09.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Creep on Ya |
| Pew-pew-pew, pew-pew |
| Yo, you better duck |
| Two thousand and seventeen |
| Filthy Gears, mystery |
| Vader, Hitman, Nutcracker |
| Real riders music |
| Serious shit |
| Pew-pew-pew, pew |
| Yo, you better duck, you better duck |
| I-I-I swear |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Gonna peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Manaman ah come from out di cellar |
| Black leather coat and a balaclava |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Manaman ah come from out di cellar |
| Black leather coat and a balaclava |
| Gonna peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| We’ve been flying the flag before the flag got flown |
| Supplying the fags before you |
| 'Nuff guys are wack, they spit handjob flows |
| No time for that, action mode |
| Send man to space like NASA with the drones |
| If not, we’ll be living in a planet full of clones |
| Where everybody’s judging like Sharon and Nicole |
| Dabble in those |
| Men of the UK, not flagging for the coast |
| Where most rate the MCs banging them the most |
| Farda fi dem so it’s always a Sunday |
| Better my man don’t dash him in a roast |
| like that, the cannibal approach |
| I ain’t country, not in like I’m pally with the goats |
| I’ll just let him have it, leave him hanging from the post |
| Savagery exposed, hear the passion in my flows |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Gonna peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Manaman ah come from out di cellar |
| Black leather coat and a balaclava |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Manaman ah come from out di cellar |
| Black leather coat and a balaclava |
| Gonna peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| I’m from the wild, wild west of the mids |
| Don’t think you can ever chat me |
| I tell a pussyhole suck his mum |
| But you can’t ever say that to me |
| If a boy acts a prat on the set |
| Then he can fight the team on the streets |
| Bare man talk shit on tracks |
| Like they’re firing a piece |
| One bag of liars |
| One bag of neeks |
| I come through like hmm |
| And cruise like an R6 on the beat |
| Man wanna talk about burners |
| Like say bullets are cheap |
| You ain’t putting in the action |
| And all of your talk is cheap |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Gonna peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Manaman ah come from out di cellar |
| Black leather coat and a balaclava |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Manaman ah come from out di cellar |
| Black leather coat and a balaclava |
| Gonna peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |
| Peep on ya, we’re gonna creep on ya |