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Chamillionaire( Hakeem Seriki )
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Creepin (Tosin Remix)
Chorus:] In the streets I'm peepin game I can't trust you, no no All up in my biness mayne I stay on the low low Say they really really fake Can't mess with you no mo' Closest people to you hate So I be rollin solo
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[Verse 1:] Mo' money yeah mo' problems What biggy said it look like it true Used to be my homeboy But now I'm payed 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 trusing 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 Cause my bank teller get motion sickness Back and forth, b-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 Cause I ain't trusting my weapon either And that's the reason I keep a spare
[Chorus:] In the streets I'm peepin game I can't trust you, no no All up in my biness mayne I stay on the low low Say they really really fake Can't mess with 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
[Verse 2:] I ain't hangin with none of ya'll Outcast like 3 thou 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 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 knew it big and they say they did And tryna take my credit like stole visa If it's lonely at the top (top) Id rather be alone Cause the closest people to ya The ones who guna do ya wrong Backstabbing me for a broad I promise that I will lose no sleep Cause jenny crank can be your freak But my bank account gon stay obese
[Chorus:] In the streets I'm peepin game I can't trust you, no no All up in my biness mayne I stay on the low low Say they really really fake Can't mess with 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
[Verse 3: Chalie Boy] I got walt in the back of my whip Wish a hater would jump tryna jack my chips Wish a fake friend turn foe come a knockin on my door Poe poe I got em doing backflips I dip so low but the whip is so high Don't trust folks one deep how I ride The name ya should learn hear it from cavan a hearn It's Chalie Boy really vibe by with the trunk on wave Bad actin since birth bangin bad till I rep my grave Workin wood wheel like a slave over the pave My shine like the sun even in an ice age to buff your paint rage Standing on my 2 so your boy deserve to live late Body rockin itty bitty hating trippin comin down with the escalade sprayed 3 ways Watch how a million stare as I stand side by side with chamillionaire Don't have your numbers but I betcha il come a billionaire Handled and paid my dues if I'm off note on my p's and q's Rep it in the texas my wrecks wrecked I'll officially leave you chopped and screwed as a 3 phoe booth
[Chorus:] In the streets I'm peepin game I can't trust you, no no All up in my biness mayne I stay on the low low Say they really really fake Can't mess with 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
[Verse 4: Ludacris] I be, creeping lower than low Light another blunt I'm smoking the dro Choking, loking, never provoke him And a drunk will get popped and I'll open the do Lungs full of smoke That means 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 wid the flow Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good How much would a wood chuck chuck If a wood chuck could chuck wood Gripping on the wheel Turn it turn it Blow another stack I earned it earned it Blow another amp Pull another tram 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, 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 defenceless 45 always tucked in the side Open your eyes See me cruisin Cause I keep winning and these boys keep losing Plus I'm, the pimp of the year Playas is hatin and hos is choosing Look at all the hos 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!
[Chorus:] In the streets I'm peepin game I can't trust you, no no All up in my biness mayne I stay on the low low Say they really really fake Can't mess with 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
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