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Kreep


Lil Wayne Lyrics

 

Kreep by Lil Wayne


[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
6 sh*t
[Chorus]
I said I wasn’t gon’ love these hoes
I ate my words like a pussy hole
She suck my dick and my bullet hole
And got on my dick, did the tootsie roll
She know how much I love candy though
She know how much I hate pantyhose
I know how much she love animals
But she let me stomp on her camel toe, damn
[Verse 1]
Girl with the dildo, put up them dildos f**k with a real one
f**k ’til the sun come, we can still chill, though
Kick it like field goals, lick it like mail, though
Sleep by your mailbox, I G yo’ G spot
I kill yo’ pill spot, I give a cheerleader somethin’ to cheer ’bout
I get you too high, I hear yo’ ears pop
You hear my key chain, you hear the birds fly
All gold dust, pull the pills out
You take your clothes off, you tell me go hard, I tell you “No duh”
And we both smoke so I rolled up and we pulled up in my gold tub
And you woke up with soap suds all up in yo’ chocha
f**k it, shawty
It’s yo’ f**kin’ birthday
Almost f**kin’ drown me
Little f**kin’ mermaid
Damn, f**k it, shawty
Everyday yo’ b-day
And if you want this D, bae
Everyday is D Day
Boom
I’ma lay you on your spinal chord and you gonna take all this dinosaur
Yeah, I’ma lay you on your spinal chord and you gon’ take me on your private tour
Hol’ up, I’ma lay you on your pretty face and hit it from the back like you hit the brakes
Got a pretty face and a pretty shape tryna be a star and I’ma give you space
Wait, 1, girl, let’s start this sh*t
2, girl, yo’ heart just skipped
3, girl, and you will see, 4, how good this D can be
5, I love to do you right
And 6 ain’t sh*t if it don’t end with 9
Invite yo’ friend that’s friendly fire
b**ches ain’t sh*t but yours and mine
Ooh, girl I love you so
That’s why I always f**k you slow
All these little hoes they come and go
She was just a flame, went up in smoke
And I told myself not to love the b**ches
Hard to stop fallin’ for a b**ch when you trippin’
Hard to stop sleepin’ on a b**ch when you spippin’
When you sippin’
Can’t trust these hoes, can’t love these b**ches
Then my heart get cold, middle finger with the mittens
b**ches lie through they teeth, I never wanted to be a dentist
Might as well keep spittin’, it ain’t love it’s business
Hoe
Watch that hoe you sleep with, b**ch ass hoes be creepin’
Watch that hoe she be wit’, who she prolly sleep wit’
Damn, but you know that ain’t cheatin’
We should have a meetin’
Watch that hoe you eatin’, food for thought, I’m thinkin’
[Chorus]
I said I wasn’t gon’ love these hoes
I ate my words like a pussy hole
She suck my dick and my bullet hole
And got on my dick and did the tootsie roll
She know how much I love candy though
She know how much I hate pantyhose
I know how much she love animals
But she let me stomp on her camel toe, damn
[Verse 2]
And her clique got a hair trigger
Damn, and her clique got a hair trigger
And her clique got a hair trigger
But the b**ch gotta spare a nigga, damn
Watch that hoe you sleep wit’, b**ch ass hoes be creepin’
Watch that hoe she be wit’, oh, nah, they ain’t speakin’
Damn, that’s that silent treatment, I don’t wanna know the reason
Watch that hoe you eatin’, food for thought, I’m thinkin’
[Outro]
That’s some 6 sh*t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah



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