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ballout kyle - creepin lyrics

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and i’m creeping (so a young n-gga can ball)
and i’m creeping (so i can spend yo rent at the mall)
and i’m creeping (till i can hit the club on fooley )
whip sitting on rouches
while yo b-tch gimme tho coogie

do i give a f-ck about broke hoe
f-ck no they loco
trying get a n-gga for his cheese you f-cking dumb hoe
you bum hoe
you say you love me?
i ain’t dumb hoe
soon as a n-gga fall off you gone run hoe

why tf would i ever kick my n-ggas while they down
cause karma a b-tch what goes around comes around
might cop a fit to see my b-tch outta town
tryna scheme to get rich about to -ss in the ground

mannn i’m tired of snapping on sh-t
cracking yo b-tch
she asked for a kiss
i manage this sh-t
rapping and sh-t
crashing the whip
i’m flashy wit this
i’m bragging with this
got lowkey fashion with this

jugg just came thru so i had to hurry
and i’m not afraid to shoot like i’m stephen curry
i called a ham he got the package there in no time
if a b-tch act up i give her the boot like some cole hahns

and i’m creeping (so a young n-gga can ball)
and i’m creeping (so i can spend yo rent at the mall)
and i’m creeping (till i can hit the club on fooley )
whip sitting on rouches
while yo b-tch gimme tho coogie

i’m tired of n-ggas saying they getting is chicken
about the birds they be flipping
about the act they be sipping
about the tracks they be ripping
man you ain’t doing sh-t (h-ll naw)
and i’m to legit to quit don’t make me f-ck yo b-tch
getting head in the whip
head from yo b-tch
while i’m laughing and sh-t
bragging and sh-t
and she gagging and sh-t
she mad as it get
cause i up and left her -ss she nasty as sh-t

but i ain’t tripping i ain’t gone make her crumble
i ain’t gone knock her hustle
i ain’t gone stop her trouble
i ain’t gone rock her brother

y’all n-ggas tripping
i ain’t gone pop her bubble
big kyle a real bad m-th-f-cka

unless a n-gga set the play and he’ll knock the muscle out you
the n-ggas that you d-ck suck don’t give af about you

and all that tough talking i was make me sick
n-gga just go and get some funds and stay tf off my d-ck

and i’m creeping (so a young n-gga can ball)
and i’m creeping (so i can spend yo rent at the mall)
and i’m creeping (till i can hit the club on fooley )
whip sitting on rouches
while yo b-tch gimme tho coogie



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