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Creepin' (feat. Stunnaman & Tom Cruz) Lyrics


Fat Tony Creepin' (feat. Stunnaman & Tom Cruz)

[Fat Tony]
She told me she want it, she on me
Doggone it, she got it
Then she got a call from the man that formerly had it
He said that she's the only one that matters
The next week, she was planning the marriage
But that next Sunday I was in her sheets...
On the creep, deep up in her cheeks
She told me that on that Tuesday we could probably meet
To beat, long as I be discreet
She got me crazy in love like Beyonce
The problem is I work for the fiancé
And have been for the past year
Plus I heard that nigga lives near
Yet I'm still up in her house
On the couch, drinking stout, she pulled her titties out
She forgot that he was coming back
And when I saw his face, I had to laugh

I can't see me coming out of her thighs
So I gotta make her man cry

[Stunnaman]
Westside, Two Eight
No, nigga, my money straight
Candy, wet paint
Faded, this shit crazy
Mercedes with yo lady
Big pimpin', I'm Jay-Z
F..ck em, make em pay me
Man these bitches can't play em
Talkin swagger off the meter
Young player, don't blame me
That Britney do aim me
Hot boy, baby
Dope dick shawty, got her coming back daily
Free Max B, yeah everything wavy
Yeah these hoes know I'm the shit
I be creepin' with yo bitch
Got a hundred on my wrist
Ain't nothing but a pimp

[Fat Tony]
I can't see me coming out of her thighs
So I gotta make her man cry

[Tom Cruz]
Top Gunner, and Stunna, and Tony
These bitch ass niggas don't know me and they can't relate
This bitch better use Colgate when she come and blow me
Could it be an Italian bitch like Marisa Tomei?
Or a Spanish girl that say "olé"?
You ain't gotta ask why her pussy pet name is Toby, I own her
Like the company owns the logo on the Toyota in the Daytona
Get up on her I make her say "shamona!"
And just like MJ, I cater to a lot of demographics
That specialize in acrobatics, these bitches be fanatics
I ain't really mad at dude, it ain't no salt
But she got them knockers
Like Silkk the Shocker, it ain't my fault!

[Fat Tony]
It is what it is, nigga…
F..ckin' with yo girl
On the late night tip
Night after night
Day after day
She on my dick
I'm talkin' to you especially...

I can't see me coming out of her thighs
So I gotta make her man cry


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