Creep Lyrics

Ass so Fat man that shit don’t make no sense

She gon play games with you and leave you suspense

I threw some dollas for you make the expense

Get you those all purses is it worth it

If I gave you more than what you need would you flourish

Had to trim off all the grass and watch out for the serpent

You ain’t never been in my shoes so don’t misinterpret

Never had 360 money but now I’m a circuit

If I gave you the bag would you come back with a Triple Double

Get me out the Box if I was ever in some trouble

Mami I need someone to count on

Pass too if we were ever down one

Clutch shooter, hot shot, girl Top Notch

Sweet Taste eat up like it’s chocolate

Beat Blaze you could go thank Rawket

I don’t even know if she’s a keeper

All I know is

Ass so Fat man that shit don’t make no sense

She gon play games with you and leave you suspense 

I threw some dollas for you make the expense

Get you those all purses is it worth it

If I gave you more than what you need would you flourish

Had to trim off all the grass and watch out for the serpent

You ain’t never been in my shoes so don’t misinterpret

Never had 360 money but now I’m a circuit

You deserve, everything expensive

Got the keys made it out trenches

Balling When I was on the sidelines

Wrote the book clearly you ain’t follow guidelines

In million dollar whip, Writing a billion dollar song

Haters they be vibing, Mad that they gon sing along

Mi casa tu casa, No Sabes que mami you belong

If they tell you they saw this coming you know they was wrong

I bought 6ix pairs cause I hate when they crease

All my diamonds like Reese’s

You wanted a piece

You can call me when you need me

Don’t take my love for granted and mistreat me

Imma creep and I don’t sleep when I be with you

I need somebody I could vent too

I'm gravy and they want me to feel guilty

Thought you was family, you first to do me filthy

Every time you bounce that ass

Yeah what I worked for

I create the waves I'm riding on surfboard

Prepaid my grave won’t see em up on billboard

I got brothas in the hood that I would kill for

I’m throwing dimes and these touches

We smoke a pound of these dutches

I kiss her lips when they Luscious

I make the coochie get wetter

You got Channel in Bikinis

This start to feel like a set up

My birthday right on the corner

What lingerie should I get her

Ass so Fat man that shit don’t make no sense

She gon play games with you and leave you suspense 

I threw some dollas for you make the expense

Get you those all purses is it worth it

If I gave you more than what you need would you flourish

Had to trim off all the grass and watch out for the serpent

You ain’t never been in my shoes so don’t misinterpret

Never had 360 money but now I’m a circuit