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kreepin - danny towers & dj scheme lyrics

[intro: danny towers]
(ayy, pipe up, hoodrixh)
d.t. in this motherf*cker, man
whole lotta [?]
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: danny towers]
they was sleepin’ on me, now i’m wakin’ ’em up
baking soda, yola, got me scr*pin’ it up
she said, “why your brother tried to pay me to f*ck?”
b*tch, my brothers is my brothers so i can’t give a f*ck (yeah)
slidin’ through the bity, b*tch, we painting it red
i can’t tell my n*ggas sh*t, them n*ggas f*cked off they heads
i’ve been through so much of sh*t, them n*ggas left me for dead
now i’m creepin’ with that stick, that’s how you forced me to play it
i spin bin in that double r, jumpin’ out with bl!cks
i put a ten on your f*ckin’ noggin’, you can’t tell me sh*t
like, why these n*ggas say they tough?
when sh*t get rough they jumpin’ ship
like, why these n*ggas think they us?
that typa sh*t’ll get you flipped

[chorus: danny towers]
f*ck*n*gga, always trippin’ ’bout a b*tch
you a f*ck*n*gga, waitin’ for some sh*t so you can switch
f*ck*n*gga, why you kissin’ on that trick?
always beefin’ ’bout some hoes, that typa sh*t won’t get you rich
f*ck*n*gga, always trippin’ ’bout a b*tch
you a f*ck*n*gga, waitin’ for some sh*t so you can switch
f*ck*n*gga, why you kissin’ on that trick?
always beefin’ ’bout some hoes, that typa sh*t won’t get you rich, n****
[verse 2: denzel curry]
okay, okay*okay (okay), okay*okay (okay)
okay, okay*okay, man, do the d*mn verse, n*gga (okay!)
ultimate denzel in this b*tch, you know y’all n*ggas finished (finished)
i got money on my mind, you n*ggas can’t mind your business (mind it)
stayed with the ‘caine like o*dog
n*ggas be thinkin’ that i am societies menace (huh)
buddy, you talkin’ ’bout chemistry (sniffin?)
buddy, i’m talkin’ ’bout cannabis (sticky)
beefin’ ’bout some hoes, now i’m creepin’ on my fours (on my fours)
this fire in my hand could make you stop, drop, and roll (doo*doo*doo*doo*doo*doo*doo)
if bullets comin’ fast, then i guess you leakin’ slow (slow)
but i ain’t into murder, so i guess i’ll let you go (keep walkin’)
but what i can do is take a pic of your crib (pic of your crib)
slide it on my dawg, now he know where you lives (i know where you stay)
murk the family off, but except for the kids (doo*doo*doo*doo)
then raise them as my own, have ’em think you a b*tch ’cause you a

- danny towers dj scheme lyrics

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