Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Creepin', artist - Willie D.
Date of issue: 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 |