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scotty cain – creep lyrics

[intro]
we got lil austin on the track, b+tch i’m really with that
you know otm with it b+tch
djae in this b+tch n+gga (scotty cain)
yeah (n+gga know what up) he know
run a n+gga down ([?] his own [?])
223 [?] (we’ll bust a n+gga sh+t for real)
ain’t no survivors you caught the divers, [?] around
man f+ck a n+gga man
lil austin on tha track
mafia

[verse 1: scotty cain]
[?] hunnid, [?] be quiet somebody coming
heard [?] run up on his sh+t and start to dump him (pow pow pow pow)
[?] ’cause that b+tch went empty
swipe a b+tch for another glock, get ’em right back on the mission
i [lurkin’?] you dissin’, i’m on yo street with a 223
stalk him and run him down by the corner, put him on the [?]
you ain’t on my level with them [?] boy you under me
[?] n+gga like a [?]
i’m comin’ with a drummer, b+tch my gun a automatic
[?] whether he like burning plastic
[?] b+tches [?] yo sh+t and make you go get stitches
and this for yo n+ggas, step outside the club b+tch i’ma zip ya, f+ck it
clutch on anything i see you came with (what up)
snuck in with the forty with the d+ck ’cause they don’t search the clique
like 300 b+tch we got them forties with them thirty stick
knock yo ass if you don’t cooperate, we do some dirty sh+t
that mafia
[chorus: scotty cain]
stomped a n+gga, catch a n+gga slippin’ (what up)
up the choppa and leave that n+gga missing (pow pow pow pow)
stomped a n+gga, and catch a n+gga slippin’
up the choppa and leave that n+gga missing
bust these n+ggas up, we creepin’ (bust ’em up)
bust these n+ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n+ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n+ggas up, we creepin’ (what up)
bust these n+ggas up, we creepin’ (djae)
bust these n+ggas up, we creepin’ (yeah)
bust these n+ggas up, we creepin’ (bust these n+ggas up, man)
bust these n+ggas up, we creepin’ (f+ck n+ggas up, n+gga)

[verse 2: otm djae]
[?] but i see you ain’t with that
when them forties go cl!ck+clack, yo head go splish+splash
we run off in yo sh+t i go ape with banana clips
my mind gone, i’m lost, out the cage, so stay away
make them choppas get to whackin’ and wet you up like some p+rn
i shoot to k!ll and that’s for real, my n+gga you been wrong
keep the street, a young n+gga with cream, whatchu mean
call scotty, he catch bodies, leave a young n+gga with beams
i hit l!cks and stick sh+t, get money then i flip it
i don’t rap beef i just spit sh+t
like scissors, i rip it
get zipped up, body bag
don’t make me catch one
if you catch me slippin’ i ain’t trippin’, that’s a [?]
i don’t know why these n+ggas play both sides, get tied up
like both times get hit, with four fives, oh my
i’m a real n+gga, big pistols (so don’t try)
i creep and bust you up and leave a n+gga with clothes dyed
[chorus: scotty cain]
stomped a n+gga, catch a n+gga slippin’ (what up)
up the choppa and leave that n+gga missing (pow pow pow pow)
stomped a n+gga, and catch a n+gga slippin’
up the choppa and leave that n+gga missing
bust these n+ggas up, we creepin’ (bust ’em up)
bust these n+ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n+ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n+ggas up, we creepin’ (what up)
bust these n+ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n+ggas up, we creepin’ (yeah)
bust these n+ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n+ggas up, we creepin’ (bust these n+ggas up, n+gga)

[outro]
stomped a n+gga, catch a n+gga slippin’ (what up)
up the choppa and leave that n+gga missing (pow pow pow pow)
stomped a n+gga, and catch a n+gga slippin’
up the choppa and leave that n+gga missing

- scotty cain lyrics

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