She said she want me to herself
What the f*ck was she thinkin
Baby know that I'm creepin
Yeah I'm creepin
Creepin on the low
Certified pro
She want even know
That I'm creepin
Its too many hoes
So Why should I say no
When I'm a Mac fasho
Yeah I'm creepin
Eeny, miny, moe
I spot her then she go
Home with Stallone
Cause I'm creepin
No you can't tie this playa down
Like revolving doors I get around
Uhn
It ain't cheating
Unless you get caught
All my secrets safe
Like they inside of a volt
I need some space, from this bitch
Cause she pissin me off
So then, I made my way to
Dead boat
And came across
A couple of bitches, chosen' up
One of em grinding on my nutts
The other one lookin in discuss
I picked her friend ova her
But she, had more junk, in her truck
I can tell, she just, wanna get f*ck'd
Call me Charles Xavier
The way that I'm
Readin' her mind
Whole time I'm low
Yeah I'm creepin
Creepin on the low
Certified pro
She want even know
That I'm creepin
Its too many hoes
So Why should I say no
When I'm a Mac fasho
Yeah I'm creepin
Eeny, miny, moe
I spot her then she go
Home with Stallone
Cause I'm creepin
No you can't tie this playa down
Like revolving doors I get around
It's the, middle of the night
And I'm feelin' quite alright
Who's that caught in my sight
I swear this bitch is like
A number 4 from Popeyes
She came with some breast and thighs
I told her don't be alarmed
And then I stretched out my arm
I got her just by my charm
Now she wanna know where I'm headed
I quoted biggie yeah the sky's the limit
She a punter meanin' she wanna kick it
Cool if you match this chronic
Can't take you back to my Palace
Oh well
I guess it's new relax inn
She smiled said
Yeah I'm creepin
Creepin on the low
Certified pro
She want even know
That I'm creepin
Its too many hoes
So Why should I say no
When I'm a Mac fasho
Yeah I'm creepin
Eeny, miny, moe
I spot her then she go
Home with Stallone
Cause I'm creepin
No you can't tie this playa down
Like revolving doors I get around
Hippie Stallone - Creep'n Lyrics
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English
She said she want me to herself
What the f*ck was she thinkin
Baby know that I'm creepin
Yeah I'm creepin
Creepin on the low
Certified pro
She want even know
That I'm creepin
Its too many hoes
So Why should I say no
When I'm a Mac fasho
Yeah I'm creepin
Eeny, miny, moe
I spot her then she go
Home with Stallone
Cause I'm creepin
No you can't tie this playa down
Like revolving doors I get around
Uhn
It ain't cheating
Unless you get caught
All my secrets safe
Like they inside of a volt
I need some space, from this bitch
Cause she pissin me off
So then, I made my way to
Dead boat
And came across
A couple of bitches, chosen' up
One of em grinding on my nutts
The other one lookin in discuss
I picked her friend ova her
But she, had more junk, in her truck
I can tell, she just, wanna get f*ck'd
Call me Charles Xavier
The way that I'm
Readin' her mind
Whole time I'm low
Yeah I'm creepin
Creepin on the low
Certified pro
She want even know
That I'm creepin
Its too many hoes
So Why should I say no
When I'm a Mac fasho
Yeah I'm creepin
Eeny, miny, moe
I spot her then she go
Home with Stallone
Cause I'm creepin
No you can't tie this playa down
Like revolving doors I get around
It's the, middle of the night
And I'm feelin' quite alright
Who's that caught in my sight
I swear this bitch is like
A number 4 from Popeyes
She came with some breast and thighs
I told her don't be alarmed
And then I stretched out my arm
I got her just by my charm
Now she wanna know where I'm headed
I quoted biggie yeah the sky's the limit
She a punter meanin' she wanna kick it
Cool if you match this chronic
Can't take you back to my Palace
Oh well
I guess it's new relax inn
She smiled said
Yeah I'm creepin
Creepin on the low
Certified pro
She want even know
That I'm creepin
Its too many hoes
So Why should I say no
When I'm a Mac fasho
Yeah I'm creepin
Eeny, miny, moe
I spot her then she go
Home with Stallone
Cause I'm creepin
No you can't tie this playa down
Like revolving doors I get around
What the f*ck was she thinkin
Baby know that I'm creepin
Yeah I'm creepin
Creepin on the low
Certified pro
She want even know
That I'm creepin
Its too many hoes
So Why should I say no
When I'm a Mac fasho
Yeah I'm creepin
Eeny, miny, moe
I spot her then she go
Home with Stallone
Cause I'm creepin
No you can't tie this playa down
Like revolving doors I get around
Uhn
It ain't cheating
Unless you get caught
All my secrets safe
Like they inside of a volt
I need some space, from this bitch
Cause she pissin me off
So then, I made my way to
Dead boat
And came across
A couple of bitches, chosen' up
One of em grinding on my nutts
The other one lookin in discuss
I picked her friend ova her
But she, had more junk, in her truck
I can tell, she just, wanna get f*ck'd
Call me Charles Xavier
The way that I'm
Readin' her mind
Whole time I'm low
Yeah I'm creepin
Creepin on the low
Certified pro
She want even know
That I'm creepin
Its too many hoes
So Why should I say no
When I'm a Mac fasho
Yeah I'm creepin
Eeny, miny, moe
I spot her then she go
Home with Stallone
Cause I'm creepin
No you can't tie this playa down
Like revolving doors I get around
It's the, middle of the night
And I'm feelin' quite alright
Who's that caught in my sight
I swear this bitch is like
A number 4 from Popeyes
She came with some breast and thighs
I told her don't be alarmed
And then I stretched out my arm
I got her just by my charm
Now she wanna know where I'm headed
I quoted biggie yeah the sky's the limit
She a punter meanin' she wanna kick it
Cool if you match this chronic
Can't take you back to my Palace
Oh well
I guess it's new relax inn
She smiled said
Yeah I'm creepin
Creepin on the low
Certified pro
She want even know
That I'm creepin
Its too many hoes
So Why should I say no
When I'm a Mac fasho
Yeah I'm creepin
Eeny, miny, moe
I spot her then she go
Home with Stallone
Cause I'm creepin
No you can't tie this playa down
Like revolving doors I get around
Writer: Cahjeem Williams
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