Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Creepin' , by - Willie D. Release date: 05.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Creepin' |
| Creep, creep, hehehe, we’re back in the house again fools |
| Hahahahaha, although uhh. |
| man I got a pound of weed |
| Two boxes of switches, a trunk full of brew |
| And this gas is only filled low, hehehe |
| Hehehe, let’s creep |
| I’m rolling up this lap, got them taped |
| And I’m sitting on things, jamming Isle |
| Sho is straight creeping |
| I’m rolling by myself with my tool on my lap |
| And my gas needle’s laying on the up |
| I’m in South Park, cause that’s where I hang my hat |
| I hit the village, turned around and dubbed it back |
| I’m rolling so low, I’m getting passed by bikes |
| Stopped in traffic and getting caught by every light |
| But I’m taking my time cause my load is looking fine |
| Took a snuff, fire the switcher, and rolled up a whole dime |
| Windows up tight, I got my AC blowing |
| Rolling up this lap on the cooling, I’m doing a little horn |
| Blowing at my homies, and all the little cuties |
| Especially the Daisy Dukes with the big booties |
| Who wanna get naughty, the Riding man is sounding like a party |
| Stopped by the Ice House and grabbed a Forty |
| Grabbed the heat from my seat and got back in the street |
| I’m on the creep |
| Creeping, got my radio up loud |
| Creeping, got my radio up loud |
| Creeping, got my radio up loud |
| Creeping, got my radio up loud |
| I got some business on the West Side |
| I got my Ruca and my niggas and nuts and my vest tight |
| Nigga, about to get drugged, nothing a scrub |
| Fucking with the Gangster of Love |
| I know where he hangs out |
| So we’re three cars deep, creeping by his mama’s house |
| Shoot him up bang bang, shoot him up bang bang |
| God damn, ain’t nothing but a thang |
| I’m loading up my gun, and if he’s on the run |
| Mama gonna pay for what her son done |
| He should’ve known when he crept to me |
| He put everybody close to him life in jeopardy |
| Now, you can run fast, but you won’t last |
| You rather have a Gambino’s on your ass |
| Speaking of ass, I gotta get some |
| So I’m creeping to The Ward where I come from |
| She lives off Lockwood |
| Beep me every five minutes cause she know that the cock is good |
| Her grandmother think she probably put her ?? |
| But that bitch will suck the squirt off a bird |
| She gives head, better than Jeannie Pepper |
| I got much love for the little helper |
| That’s how I’m living for the weekend |
| Shoot them up, got a nut, I’m creeping |
| Creeping, got my radio up loud |
| Creeping, got my radio up loud |
| Creeping, got my radio up loud |
| Creeping, got my radio up loud |
| My switcher hitting right, Ice got me nice |
| Huh! |
| My eye shed tight, my beeper is on fire |
| I stopped by the store cause my battery’s about to expire |
| Instead of flashing low sale |
| It’s time to pick up Choochie getting released from the County Jail |
| He been gone for thirteen months |
| Before he left the cuts we wouldn’t even smoking Philly blunts |
| He took a hit of my hooter |
| Inhaled some much smoke shit, he thought it was a straight shooter |
| He gave me some love and a little dap |
| 'Cause I’ve done progress from days way back |
| When he left, I was barely on my feet |
| Now, I’m on some Daytons and my life is so sweet |
| I used to look to that nigga for help |
| But now I’m out here making licks by my damned self |
| Can’t help but respect that G |
| I gave him a second so he can claim his property |
| I passed him the hooter, so my nigga Willie D |
| It’s time to roll full, huh! |
| we’re on a creep |
| To the park, 'cause in the summer it’s going on |
| Wood bay, the beach but the drive, too damn long |
| Plus, I’m trying to save some lives |
| A fool this drunk shouldn’t even think about trying to drive |
| Hit the spot and I popped my hatch |
| Jamming them Lost Boys, the tracks sound real fat |
| Niggas getting their buzz on |
| Everywhere I look it’s Daisy Dukes on Amazon |
| And all my boys from back then |
| Still getting full and having car shows every weekend |
| Get some about the clean ride that have them whores peeking |
| They’re down for freaking, when you’re creeping |
| Creeping, got my radio up loud |
| Creeping, got my radio up loud |
| Creeping, got my radio up loud |
| Creeping, got my radio up loud |