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letra de creep - bigsmokechapo

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[intro: bigsmokechapo & fluhkunxhkos]
yeah (smoke his ass, smoke his ass)
yah (bigsmoke f-ckin’ chapo in this—chapo in this—)
(don’t play with him)
gang

[chorus: fluhkunxhkos & bigsmokechapo]
we gon’ slide through they block, we gon’ creep (for real)
if i catch me a opp then you know i’m gon’ eat (okay)
if i catch me a opp then you know he deceased (he deceased)
pop that n-gga, drop that n-gga in the middle of the street (for real)
you f-ck n-ggas know you too sweet (on gang)
r$g the only gang, ain’t no tryna compete (rich slime)
no white flags, we ain’t doin’ no peace (at all)
we gon’ slide through yo’ block every day of the week
still taxin’ for work like i ain’t get it cheap (gah)
got yo’ ho on her knees, now i feel like i preach (i preach)
some n-gga tripping, man, i feel like a leech (yeah)
put a hole in his head like a muhf-ckin’ p (boom)
two glocks, now they think i’m pistol pete (fah-fah)
so much [?] in the trap, sh-t reeks (trash)
i done ran through like ten bands in one week (one week)
and we really havin’ crack, b-tch, like a [?] (okay)
[verse 1: fluhkunxhkos]
you f-ck n-ggas don’t want no beef (at all)
you play with the gang then that sh-t r.i.p. (okay)
hop out that foreign with my new arp (b-tch)
fire at the scene, i’ma spray and then leave (bah, bah, bah)
gang way sh-t, b-tch, you know where i be (woah)
59-41, b-tch, you know what i bleed (woah)
when i hop out and drive down, just know i’ma squeeze (hrrt, hrrt, hrrt)
and i ain’t gon’ stop shootin’ ’til i see someone bleed (bah, bah)

[verse 2: bigsmokechapo]
out on two bonds, still serve the [?]
slime down ten with a quarter-ki (skrrt)
glock 26 hold a hundred piece (boom)
i’m the road runner, b-tch, “meep-meep”
slime with that bag on that .223 (bah)
n-gga gettin’ bad, man, that sh-t for cheap (okay)
ridin’ with my shooter and he mfp
catch the srt, we’ll flip the srt (boom, boom)

[chorus: fluhkunxhkos & bigsmokechapo]
we gon’ slide through they block, we gon’ creep (for real)
if i catch me a opp then you know i’m gon’ eat (okay)
if i catch me a opp then you know he deceased (he deceased)
pop that n-gga, drop that n-gga in the middle of the street (for real)
you f-ck n-ggas know you too sweet (on gang)
r$g the only gang, ain’t no tryna compete (rich slime)
no white flags, we ain’t doin’ no peace (at all)
we gon’ slide through yo’ block every day of the week
still taxin’ for work like i ain’t get it cheap (gah)
got yo’ ho on her knees, now i feel like i preach (i preach)
some n-gga tripping, man, i feel like a leech (yeah)
put a hole in his head like a muhf-ckin’ p (boom)
two glocks, now they think i’m pistol pete (fah-fah)
so much [?] in the trap, sh-t reeks (trash)
i done ran through like ten bands in one week (one week)
and we really havin’ crack, b-tch, like a [?] (okay)

- bigsmokechapo

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