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Creeps On Candy

in the air Ooo let me take you there [Chorus] 'Cause imma hit you like ooo Like you got your first freak Backseat of the jeep on a late night creep Like

'cause witnesses we don't leave On the road to riches and diamond rings 'Cause real niggaz do real things Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On

for the money, two for the show Everybody in the game know how it go It's a whole lotta hoes, a whole lotta dough Keeps me watchin on toes out my back window Creep

bang [X3] Im In Da ring Hollerin' When I Holler Ay bang bang I Finna Get My Groove On Its So Hot Up In Da ring Dat I Ain't Got No Shoes On Im Holdin

it, splendid Got my shit so I won't get apprehended Once again it's on, I gets my bail on Weasel down the Yellow Brick Road wit hoes an my mail on I

out there can stop me (hey, hey, hey)(out there can stop me) Now I'm creeping with the heater on me Got extra clip and some reefer on me Tryna stay focused on

W That's when real G's come out on the creep I got my two 4-5's and they loaded and locked Keep 'em both on cock for I step on the block It's the grave

' on the low low Creepin' on the low low Creepin' on the low low I be rollin', I be rollin' solo I'm creepin' on the low Creepin' on the low low Creepin' on

your booze on Seats is like a couch, get your Tom Cruise on French pedicure with the Jimmy Chu's on He wanna see more he throw somethin smooth on The