"CREEPIN" lyrics

Bino Rideaux & BlueBucksClan Lyrics

"CREEPIN"
(feat. Mustard)

(Turn the beat up a little, homie)
Here we go
(Woah)
Ah, ah
Y'all already know who I am, right?
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Let's go, oh

I need a bih' to spin around and keep the dick in (Damn)
I need a bih' that's gon' buss it, don't play no defense (Oh)
I need a bih' that get sloppy, then come and clean it (Bino, let's go)
Pull up at yo' crib, got you droppin' shit like a remix (Like a remix), oh
Lil' bih' poppin' shit, I done seen it
I just need a bitch that's gon' chop it when I be leanin', yeah, yeah
Why you only call me when you creepin'? (Creepin')
(Oh, Jeeezy, go)

Nobody here, when she with' me, she gettin' slutted (Gettin' slutted)
I got bitches coming to her as a woman (Damn, she hurt)
She on Twitter talkin' nasty, tell her run it (Make her run it)
I keep blockin' all my bitches, Andre Drummond (Andre Drummond), go
Throw that ass on this dick, she ain't running (She ain't running)
She my ho, I like the bitch that she's becoming (Go)
She want a girl, I'm finna leave it in her stomach, oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah, fuck it)
Fuck her harder every time she say she cummin' (She cummin')
(DJ, let's go)

Down her throat, she can't breathe, she keep hummin', damn (She keep hummin')
Love this bitch, she so nasty, she ain't boring, damn (She ain't boring)
I forgot I poured a deuce, got me snorin', sheesh (I forgot)
Fell asleep, I had to fuck her in the morning (Hahaha), oh
Cuttin' bitches off for nothing, ain't no warning (Get yo' shit)
Had the bubble ballin' like T.J. Warren (T.J. Warren), damn
I need a bitch that's gon' suck it and record it (What you say? And record it)
Ain't no ducks but I got hoes out in Oregon (Out in Oregon)

I need a bih' to spin around and keep the dick in (Do it)
I need a bih' that's gon' buss it, don't play no defense (Do it)
I need a bih' that get sloppy, then come and clean it (Oh, oh)
Pull up at yo' crib, got you droppin' shit like a remix (Like a remix), oh
Lil' bih' poppin' shit, I done seen it
I just need a bitch that's gon' chop it when I be leanin' (Here we go), yeah
Why you only call me when you creepin'? (Bino, go)

Why you be poppin'? (Oh) What you gon' do like you 'bout it? (Oh)
I put that bitch on some Prada (Oh), I fucked her feelings up out her (Damn)
Them racks gon' bust in the wallet (Oh), I put lil' baby through college (Oh)
Most of these niggas Juwanna (Oh), so I ain't friendly with partna' (Damn)
I got that Uzi, I up it (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Lil' baby tootin' and fuckin' (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I get so rude for that money, might make me shoot at my cousin (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I know that Lucy gon' love me, yeah
So ain't no pressure 'bout no bitch, yeah, fuck me like I'm rich, yeah, yeah (Go)
(Oh yeah)

I need a bih' to spin around and keep the dick in (Oh yeah)
I need a bih' that's gon' buss it, don't play no defense (Oh yeah)
I need a bih' that get sloppy, then come and clean it (Oh yeah)
Pull up at yo' crib, got you droppin' shit like a remix (Like a remix), yeah
Lil' bih' poppin' shit, I done seen it
I just need a bitch that's gon' chop it when I be leanin', yeah, yeah
Why you only call me when you creepin'? (I thought so, go)

Let's go, Brittany (Bend over, touch the ground, oh yeah, go)
Tiffany (Bend over, touch the ground, oh yeah, go)
Nisha (Bend over, touch the ground, oh yeah, go)
Keisha (Bend over, touch the ground, oh yeah, go)
Tracey (Bend over, touch the ground, oh yeah, go)
TeeTee (Bend over, touch the ground, oh yeah, go)
Crystal (Bend over, touch the ground, oh yeah, go)
Whitney (Bend over, touch the ground, oh yeah, go)
Oh

I need a bih' to spin around and keep the dick in (Dick in)
I need a bih' that's gon' buss it, don't play no defense (Don't play no defense)
I need a bih' that get sloppy, then come and clean it
Pull up at yo' crib, got you droppin' shit like a remix (Like a remix), yeah, yeah
Lil' bih' poppin' shit, I done seen it
I just need a bitch that's gon' chop it when I be leanin', yeah, yeah
Why you only call me when you creepin'? (When you creepin')

Woah
Woah
Woah
Woah


Writer(s): Dijon Isaiah McFarlane, Deon Hawkins, Brandon Rainey, Jaylar Abrams
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