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still creepin’ (bonus track) - chuuwee & trizz lyrics

(trizz)
yo
look
if you ain’t heard, i’m perverted
b-tches be gettin’ nervous
creepin’ through windows to offer b-tches my secret service
i be swinging in the p-ssy
this my freaky circus
i like my b-tch to play dead
it’s my funeral service
i like to dive in it
take my time in it
treat her like chuuwee’s skateboard, grind in it
tony hawk through the p-ssy, n-gg-, we flip tricks
if she a hoe tryna f-ck?
n-gg- we kick flips
trizz give a d-mn f-ck about a d-mn sl-t
i’m tryna bust a d-mn nut on her d-mn b-tt
i don’t sit for the p-ssy, n-gg-
i get p-ssy (yup)
in order to get p-ssy, you gotta lick p-ssy
(oh, h-ll naw)
to a lightskin b-tch:
“oh you don’t wanna f-ck?”
i’m like, “ight then, b-tch”
man, there’s b-tches everywhere
i don’t chase these rats
and you sucka -ss n-gg-s need to face these facts
straight up

(chuuwee)

so i creep
‘cuz i don’t want this b-tch to know i’m here
i be breathing in her ear
while she sleeping with her peers

she trippin on me, talking bout i’m “weird”
i’m just tryna grab a beer, or a t-tty, or her rear

i creep
‘cuz i don’t want this b-tch to know i’m here
i be breathing in her ear
while she sleeping with her peers

she trippin on me, talking bout i’m “weird”
i’m just tryna grab a beer, or a t-tty, or her rear

(chuuwee)

ayo
i’m looking through the windows
peeping tom
i’m tryna hit it till the sweat drop down my b-lls
i bet you i make all her homegirls crawl, or call
if they would give a n-gg- chance at all
i took a lot of adderall just this morning
blocked number on the phone, yeah
that was me calling (pick up!)
i sent that -ss some jordan’s
‘cuz i be ballin
and, b-tch, i’m tryna score like the referee called it
you tryna eat a d-ck like a whatchamacallit?
tryna hit it from behind while you lay on the toilet
when you p-ss by, baby, my blood be boiling
when i said “hi”
she said my skin was oily (f-ck you mean?)
so i bought olay
and threw on lotion
and i’m on my way to her crib
i’m emotion
will i hit the skins?
do she gotta take a motrin?
only if i can slip a pill in her mimosa
and toast it

(chuuwee)
so i creep
‘cuz i don’t want this b-tch to know i’m here
i be breathing in her ear
while she sleeping with her peers

she trippin on me, talking bout i’m “weird”
i’m just tryna grab a beer, or a t-tty, or her rear

i creep
‘cuz i don’t want this b-tch to know i’m here
i be breathing in her ear
while she sleeping with her peers

she trippin on me, talking bout i’m “weird”
i’m just tryna grab a beer, or a t-tty, or her rear

- chuuwee trizz lyrics

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