ptc reeko - creed lyrics
introduction:
yeah
say it’s reeko b-tch
timeout (hol’ on i’m recording)
i’ma hit you back dawg (f-ck a n-gga talking ‘bout bruh)
i’m on my own sh-t, you know what i’m saying
own vibe
solo sessions
f-ck wrong with these n-ggas man
ya
ya
reeko, yeah
chorus:
beat up the beat like creed
got a bad b-tch getting on her knees
thinking i’ma cuff her, b-tch please
foreign coop, push start, no keys
abcdef i’ma g
i don’t know why they hating on me
out of state hopping in a big b
suck d she might get a double c
young n-gga pulling up ‘bout a bankroll
f-ck twelve n-gga, long live dreboe
started out the bottom now a n-gga on a payroll
speaking on the gang, gone head get his face gone
(ya ya, ohhhh woww)
b-tch i’m all in, put the bands on the table
hunnid grand for the clan, f-ck a label
i’m that young n-gga that they wanna hate on
verse 1:
gotcha b-tch geeked up like fabo
if it’s smoke deeman grab the draco
i ain’t give no drip, i’m selling it
never gave no f-cks like i’m celibate
nowitzki, b-tch i ball like a maverick
i don’t want your b-tch she average
body rd baby, shooters up in etheridge
i’ma beat the p-ssy up, yeah i’m stretching it
young n-gga done came a long way
snake n-ggas fake vibes two faced
(brrdat – chh – chh)
hol’ lotta ks
beast mode shoulda kept me in the cage
riding round a hot block in a wraith
time peace blind a n-gga call it mace
hunnid days on the block catching plays
shot caller, big baller, i’ma ace
madukes pulling up with the b-ss
no games ‘bout her i might shake up the place
you ain’t talking money get the f-ck up out my face
bro throwed off he gone get to dumping off rage
chorus:
beat up the beat like creed (like creed)
got a bad b-tch getting on her knees (on god)
thinking i’ma cuff her, b-tch please (h-ll naw)
foreign coop push start no keys (push start)
i don’t know why they hating on me (no no)
out of state hopping in a big b (big
b)
suck d she might get a double c (double c)
post-chorus:
young n-gga pulling up ‘bout a bankroll
screaming f-ck 12 n-gga long live dreboe
came from the bottom, whole team on a payroll
run up on me get left with a halo
yo hoe gone do as i say so
up fye, you ain’t even gone spray though
so fly make the airport layover
whole gang gone slide in a range rover (oh wow, whole gang gone slide in a range rover)
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