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fat tony - creepin' lyrics

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[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 n-gga lives near
yet i’m still up in her house
on the couch, drinking stout, she pulled her t-tties 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, n-gga, my money straight
candy, wet paint
faded, this sh-t crazy
mercedes with yo lady
big pimpin’, i’m jay-z
f-ck em, make em pay me
man these b-tches can’t play em
talkin swagger off the meter
young player, don’t blame me
that britney do aim me
hot boy, baby
dope d-ck shawty, got her coming back daily
free max b, yeah everything wavy
yeah these hoes know i’m the sh-t
i be creepin’ with yo b-tch
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 b-tch -ss n-ggas don’t know me and they can’t relate
this b-tch better use colgate when she come and blow me
could it be an italian b-tch like marisa tomei?
or a spanish girl that say “olé”?
you ain’t gotta ask why her p-ssy 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 b-tches 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, n-gga…
f-ckin’ with yo girl
on the late night tip
night after night
day after day
she on my d-ck
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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