Chamillionaire - Creepin lyrics

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Venom

[Chorus]

In the streets, I'm peepin' game

I can't trust you, no no

All up in my business, mayne

I stay on the low-low

Say they really, really fake

Can't mess wit' you no mo'

Closest people to you hate

So I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low-low

Creepin' on the low-low

Creepin on the low-low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low

Creepin' on the low-low

Creepin' on the low-low

I be rollin', I be rollin' solo

I'm creepin' on the low

Mo' money, yeah, mo' problems

What Biggie said it look like it true

Used to be my homeboy

But now I'm paid so they tryna sue

My garage got Jaguars

My garage look like a zoo

Middle finger up for the haters

Hope the hater here isn't you

Super-cool, that's real cool

You can feel like you gotta friend

But I ain't trusting my money counter

And that's the reason I count again

You saw the Forbes (yeah)

I'm suspicious

Thinking everybody wanna take my riches

Can't take my money out my account

'cuz my bank teller get motion sickness

Back and forth, b-back back and forth

From in the streets or right back in court

Candy car built like a tank

And my crib built like a fort

Let's go to war

I ain't George Bush

I promise ya'll I'm gon' be prepared

'cuz I ain't trusting my weapon either

And that's the reason I keep a spare

[Repeat Chorus]

I ain't hangin' with none of ya'll

Win the Grammy thing

Guard the family

And all of you gon' leave out

If you don't like it, then peace out

Look around and I see doubt

I been known to get to the presidents

like Barack is on speed-dial

Yeah, it's all about me now

Don't want ya and don't need ya

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You don't grind and get to the money

And you ain't hungry, I won't feed ya

I ain't hangin' with no hater

No faker

No diva

I do it big and they say they did

And tryna take my credit like stole Visa

If it's lonely at the top (top), I'd rather be alone

'cuz the closest people to ya

The ones who gonna do ya wrong

Backstabbing me for a broad

I promise that I will lose no sleep

'cause Jenny Craig can be your freak

But my bank account gon' stay obese

[Chorus]

(Ludacris)

Say you what I'll be doing man

I be, creeping lower than low

Light another blunt, I'm smoking the dro

Chokin', lokin', never provoke him

And a drunk'll get popped and I'll open the do'

Lungs full of smoke

Got me slower than slow

Feel like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go

So I, just pull out the bazooka (blah!)

Put a fuckin' hole in the flo'

Luda! I'm so dope wit' the flow

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla ????

How much wood could a wood chuck chuck

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

Grippin' on the wheel

Turn it, turn it

Blow another stack

I earned it, earned it

Blow another amp

Pull another tramp

Light another blunt

Burn it, burn it

Flame it up, hear my flow, I changed it up

Everybody grab your gats and hold 'em

Load 'em, sock 'em, lock 'em, cock 'em and aim it up

Bang it up, off in the sky

Catch me rollin' off in the ride

26 inches

Leave 'em defenseless

45 always tucked in the side

Open your eyes, see me cruisin'

'cuz I keep winning and these boys keep losing

Plus I'm, the pimp of the year

Playas is hatin' and hoes is choosing

Look at all the hoes you losing

Then look at all the game I got

And you can catch me creepin' on the low-low

Luda ridin' solo, beatin' the block!

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