Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Creepin', artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 18.05.2009
Song language: English
Creepin' |
| Areola, that shirt came off, that bra came off and so crazy |
| What a day, what a motherfuckin' day, I tell you |
| Baby, I’m home! |
| Hey, baby! |
| What’s that smell? |
| Smell like, like my baby’s pussy |
| What the fuck?! |
| (Oh, shit! Sorry! Shit!) |
| What do you do when you’re workin' |
| Come home, and I’m creepin' out the back door |
| Pants on the floor and you’re lookin' |
| At her sayin' «What you doin' that for?» |
| This is how it goes when you’re hard at work (Hard at work) |
| I’m with your lady and I’m all up in her skirt (All up in her skirt) |
| She chose a rapper, cause this rapper know how to tap her |
| Strap her down and attack her while you sneak in |
| Watch pornos and jerk (Watch pornos and jerk) |
| And you can’t be mad at me, cause your thick bitch wanna ravage me |
| Got my big dick in her cavities then it’s spit, spit I’m in anatomy |
| And you can’t come badgin' me, cause she sick wanna insert half of me |
| Straight addicted to the master, he whips the sticks up without batteries |
| Poetry in motion, I make her water, cause I’m a scholar |
| I father her twat and bother her I got her |
| She’ll eat anything I want her to eat |
| She’ll swallow anything I want her to swallow |
| She’ll go down and chew on my dog |
| Doin' anything that’ll make me holler |
| And you the victim don’t even know, what’s you comin' home to |
| I’m bangin' it out and she’s screamin' like we doin' kung fu |
| I’m feelin' right, cause you the one she do the wrong to |
| Now that you know your lady is creepin' - what you gon' do? |
| But it ain’t no need though, cause I’m a G though |
| I find 'em, then fuck 'em, feed 'em and I let him repo |
| I understand you’re punchin' that clock |
| But while you’re punchin' man, I’m punchin' that twat |
| Gonna get that overtime, BG Bullet does step over the line |
| Gotta key to the crib, this pussy’s suppose to be the line |
| This bitch too old to be lying, she done |
| Told her husband things suppose to be fine |
| You the bigger man, and I’m her clover leaf now |
| What about the clothes that he found |
| Did you tell him you love him, did you tell him you with it |
| Did you tell him you this love his dick |
| Everytime that you get it — I don’t think so |
| So I’mma keep things low, keep pullin' |
| These strings close that pop that El Nino (Yes!) |
| Cause I’m the best at it, your lady’s sex addict |
| All in the spot when you’re not, getting my head patted |
| But I’mma keep this thing respectable, homie |
| I’m using condoms in your festival, homie, no need to kill a nigga! |
| What would you do if your boo crept on you |
| With me, new tattoo with the letter «P» |
| All over her humps like the letter «B» |
| Trip if you want to, scared nigga |
| Never me: your girl has been land-marked |
| That means that I marked her — that means |
| That I skeeted sperm all over her twat fur |
| That means that I got her, where you never had her |
| Sex game critical, now she is a master |
| You never got your dick licked, mine is getting tongue-kissed |
| She could suck a orange through a straw — call her Sunkist |
| Man, she a cold chick, yeah I know you miss that |
| Bank account access, yeah, you know I did that |
| Put it where her ribs at, then I let her slip on it |
| If ya like it then ya should-a put a ring on it |
| Cause Paul Mussan had that pussy with a sling on it |
| And I ain’t even poppin' E homie, but the question is |