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DRAKULA APOCALYPSE - Hit Lyrics



DRAKULA APOCALYPSE - Hit Lyrics




Creep, creep, creep, creepin' for a hit, Creep, creep, creep, creepin' for a lick
When my pockets get low, I get real, real creepy. Creep, creep, creep, creep, creep, creep, creep, creep
Her ass got a nice shape, I get real, real creepy. Ain't no cake on my plate, I get real, real creepy. Creepin, creepin, creepin, creepin, creepin, creepin' on uh come up
I'm working from sun up to sun up, so fly birds chirp like I'm number one stunner, slimed yo bro for a lick, now your broke, such a bummer

Surf splash, get cash, gotta make it through the summer, fall, winter, spring, gotta get to the green
Money to me like bumblebee and honey, up all night, I might get lucky, shawty so hungry, want in her tummy
Rich or broke, your mama gon' love me, rich or broke, your mama gon' trust me, you give your all over just some lusty
Wizardry how I turn nothing to something, bumblebee for the money, I stay, get the money out the honey, get green

Creepin, creepin, creepin, creepin' on the come up. My pockets get low, I get real, real creepy. My pockets get low, I get real creepy
Creepin, creepin, creepin, creepin, creepin' on the come up. I'ma keep it funky, we need all that. No finesse, no hustle, what you call that
You want followers, I just want plenty stacks. Baby, give me a kiss might not make it back. You abort this ship, ain't no coming back
Fungsway hit just like some good crack. F*ck being skinny, I'd rather get fat. Yeah, the world ain't fair, errbody slatt

Everybody slatt. It was times I was asking where the lord at. I'ma king need uh palace and uh Maybach
So fly, so high, look up, it's drak. It's a bag out there for you and me
I'm a pyromaniac, keep burning trees. All hail to the Fungsway, get on your knees
You want to hold something how about, you hold deez. You gotta touch down, please don't fumble

You can't get mad, you got bit in the jungle. I'ma drag my nuts f*ck keeping it humble
You know I'm geeking, switching lanes in the tunnel
Creep, creep, creep, creep
Creep, creep, creep, creep

Creep, creep, creep

Creep, creep, creep
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English

Creep, creep, creep, creepin' for a hit, Creep, creep, creep, creepin' for a lick
When my pockets get low, I get real, real creepy. Creep, creep, creep, creep, creep, creep, creep, creep
Her ass got a nice shape, I get real, real creepy. Ain't no cake on my plate, I get real, real creepy. Creepin, creepin, creepin, creepin, creepin, creepin' on uh come up
I'm working from sun up to sun up, so fly birds chirp like I'm number one stunner, slimed yo bro for a lick, now your broke, such a bummer

Surf splash, get cash, gotta make it through the summer, fall, winter, spring, gotta get to the green
Money to me like bumblebee and honey, up all night, I might get lucky, shawty so hungry, want in her tummy
Rich or broke, your mama gon' love me, rich or broke, your mama gon' trust me, you give your all over just some lusty
Wizardry how I turn nothing to something, bumblebee for the money, I stay, get the money out the honey, get green

Creepin, creepin, creepin, creepin' on the come up. My pockets get low, I get real, real creepy. My pockets get low, I get real creepy
Creepin, creepin, creepin, creepin, creepin' on the come up. I'ma keep it funky, we need all that. No finesse, no hustle, what you call that
You want followers, I just want plenty stacks. Baby, give me a kiss might not make it back. You abort this ship, ain't no coming back
Fungsway hit just like some good crack. F*ck being skinny, I'd rather get fat. Yeah, the world ain't fair, errbody slatt

Everybody slatt. It was times I was asking where the lord at. I'ma king need uh palace and uh Maybach
So fly, so high, look up, it's drak. It's a bag out there for you and me
I'm a pyromaniac, keep burning trees. All hail to the Fungsway, get on your knees
You want to hold something how about, you hold deez. You gotta touch down, please don't fumble

You can't get mad, you got bit in the jungle. I'ma drag my nuts f*ck keeping it humble
You know I'm geeking, switching lanes in the tunnel
Creep, creep, creep, creep
Creep, creep, creep, creep

Creep, creep, creep

Creep, creep, creep
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Writer: Chief Fungsway
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Performed By: DRAKULA APOCALYPSE
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Chief Fungsway
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