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Текст песни Z-Ro f Cl`Che - Creepin`

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[Hook - 2x]Creeping, with the sawed offIn a rage, bo`gaurd blowing niggaz balls offI`m the reaper, touching fellas on they lifelineAin`t no running to the trunk, I got my pistol right now[Z-Ro]Creeping with my automatic, running roundLaying motherfuckers down, straight up causing havoc any dayI done gone insane in the brain, motherfuckers in my faceClaiming that I owe them something mayn, don`t let me catch no caseI don`t really give a damn about nothing, but my Nina and my sawed offYou can call me Deadly Head, cause I`m blowing they balls offAnybody bitch nigga don`t test me, move across your jaw like a jet skiQuick jab (opening up like), Big Sab aw nawPulling a gun on all y`all, disrespect me and fall downThis here my neck of the woods, where you gon go who you gon call nowMilitary minded, I`s a motherfucking soldierAnd I don`t need nothing, but murder music and doja[Hook - 2x][Cl`Che]Right now I got the shit, that`ll blow your balls offAnd all this hating talking down, make a bitch wanna snatch your tongue outI`m creepin with the sawed off, creepin on hoes and careful what they tal`n boutI`m hitting the industry with tricks, magicians can`t figure out, uh-huhI`m from the South, I`m breaking these bitches offMaking the news with headlines, she`s dangerous and she`s outIn your tape deck, these motherfuckers been duty click and restI`m touching hoes on they lifeline, now they can`t pass my checkThat`s why I`m creeping with my nigga, Z-Ro a dirt dirty killaYou heard them guerillas, we hurt you to make you feel usThrough all this fraud in you, you need to stay awayCause you don`t wanna fuck with Z-Ro and Cl`Che, when we ride now[Hook - 2x][Z-Ro]Ain`t no running to the trunk, I got my pistol on meCause ain`t no telling when a bitch nigga, try to tun up on meI`m coming after your camp, me and my O.G. Darrel BurtonThirty odd beam on the drive card, that there gon have em hurtingIn need of medical attention, lifting up motherfuckers like I`m bench pressingPut everybody to bed, write S.U.C. on the wall and then I`m ditchingOut the do`, firing it up with B.J. and Fo`Nickel and D slide in the do`, that nigga there my nigga heart Lil` RoPicking me bitch I`m a real one, it`s gonna be hard to be takin me off the mapDetermine the real ones from the fake ones, by the way they give me dapBeg your pardon, if you didn`t know I`m a soldierMilitary minded, clicking with the sawed off murder music and doja[Hook - 2x][Z-Ro]Creeping deep, see how we rough in the Houston streetsMe keep me sawed off, right next to meWatching a set of bitches, show they breasts to meWith M.O.E., that be Money Over EverythingBet I could hit a home run, nigga let me swingSwinging wide, with me sawed off shotgunAnd when I pull it, that`s to show you that I got one

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