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brycee, deestaccin - creep lyrics

[chorus: brycee, deestaccin]
creep, btch i’m creeping thru the building
imma f+ck on this lil b+tch then imma go make me a million
bro tryna beef ova a b+tch gang why the f+ck you tripping
y’all got twin pole, l can’t wait to see y’all n+ggas slipping (twin, okay)
caught him creeping wit that b+tch
he think that’s his that’s not yo b+tch
you getting mad we getting rich
you tryna diss that hoe a trick
you down bad we getting lit
sassy la dude he throw a fit
you love them b+tches i love the risk
man you not gone f+ck get off my d+ck

[verse 1: brycee]
it hit different when it ain’t yo b+tch
so please stop talking all that sh+t
if you die today you won’t be missed
slide thru his block wit dummy stick
you up yo pole you betta bl!ck (yeah)
my closet mad it’s throwing fits
n+gga h+lla wack he throwing pics
ain’t make the team cause dey n+gga sh+t

[verse 2: deestaccin]
ain’t make the team cause he was sh+t
he want the b+tch come get her then
if i want her back she gonnna spin
we blitz his ass he won’t be missed
you know she f+ck with me cause i’m da sh+t
if i can’t have court ima get jada then
can’t play wit me, cause i’m on a 10
ain’t hittin banks we juggin fent
only b+tch i let you have was ren
if i throw a party she gone attend
bad la b+tch she gonna spin
crack her sh+t then f+ck the friend
it’s a 2 man she on my twin
beat his ass stackz got his twin them n+ggas broke
them tracks not his lame ass dude
he wear his potna sh+t
you diss on me but you hard to find
you ducking me you wasting time
don’t worry bout la ugh, you know she mine
them bullet got him gone crack his spine
said she don’t want me n+gga stop lyin
said 1v1 but my n+ggas riding
he dropped the lo you know we sliding
creap through that backstreet k!ll his ass we got em
[chorus: brycee, deestaccin]
creep, btch i’m creeping thru the building
imma f+ck on this lil b+tch then imma go make me a million
bro tryna beef ova a b+tch gang why the f+ck you tripping
y’all got twin pole, l can’t wait to see y’all n+ggas slipping (twin, okay)
caught him creeping wit that b+tch
he think that’s his that’s not yo b+tch
you getting mad we getting rich
you tryna diss that hoe a trick
you down bad we getting lit
sassy la dude he throw a fit
you love them b+tches i love the risk
man you not gone f+ck get off my d+ck

[verse 3: brycee]
you not go f+ck so get off his d+ck
this choppa go blow yo back like ricks
he said he go k!ll me, well the time is ticking
stop f+cking with his twin cause he be snitching
that’s our b+tch i forgot to mention
dumbass dude needa pay attention
going back and forth just like some b+tches
you a p+ssy n+gga i’ll give him stitches

- brycee deestaccin lyrics

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