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letra de creepin - mob ghost

[intro: celis]
celis
yo ghost, watch out for these snakes bruh
these haters out here scheming
keep your eyes open and your grass low
feel me?

[chorus: mob ghost & celis]
who the f-ck is this? (who is it?)
creepin round my house, it’s 3:46 (get ’em)
i just hoping the neighbors is looking for the pit (they better)
cause if not my draco gun a make your melon split (bow)
cold day in h-ll if you think ima miss (i won’t)
who the f-ck is this? (who is it?)
creepin round my door, it’s 3:56 (get ’em)
looks like he got the steel, he about feel the seven-six (what)
cold day in h-ll if you think ima miss (never)
[verse 1: mob ghost]
got yo girl and she won’t hop off my d-ck
shе just a fan only cause a n-gga got to hit
f-ck her on camera shе wanna make a fl!ck
put it on only fans she made twenty bands
off a tips back to the trap, i’m on some other sh-t
circle round the block in case these feds watching
if these pigs stopping bodies will be dropping
with all these guns popping, no way ima go to jail
rather go to h-ll, i don’t give a f-ck, never gave a d-mn
ima just roll up a blunt then sip some hen
shorty on snap, ima slide in her dms
she a good girl, but, got a lot of friends

[bridge: celis]
n-ggas, plotting
on every move i make cause they be, watching
guess they mad i am and they ain’t, popping
with the flow you n-ggas i am, mopping
wit me it ain’t no stopping

[verse 2: celis]
i’m they guilty pleasure, haters like to watch me from the sideline
never share but viewing all my content from they timeline
study all my moves class in session give ’em guidelines
on another level boy a n-gga in his prime, i’m
spitting fire like what you feel from your gas stove
an assh0l-, quick to f-ck b-tches up in a flash yo
i’ll pass though, wifing you up, that’s just a hassle
i’ll probably hit it then jet son, just call me astro
got ’em hanging on my a thread, treat ’em like tassels
my grass low, haters like watching me from a glass bowl
don’t pass go, counting my money don’t even ask yo
this play dough it ain’t no telling how much money he has bro
i get it, nah f-ck it already got it
to the victor go all the spoils my sh-t is rotted
my pockets knotted, what you n-ggas gon’ do about it?
you claiming you gon’ pull up on me, i highly doubt it
i’m never stressing, smith & wesson will keep ’em guessing
let it be a lesson to any n-gga who need addressing
ain’t the one for testing, move it along and keep it pressing
don’t wanna get shot over nothing that sh-t depressing
[chorus: mob ghost & celis]
who the f-ck is this? (who is it?)
creepin round my house, it’s 3:46 (get ’em)
i just hoping the neighbors is looking for the pit (they better)
cause if not my draco gun a make your melon split (bow)
cold day in h-ll if you think ima miss (i won’t)
who the f-ck is this? (who is it?)
creepin round my door, it’s 3:56 (get ’em)
looks like he got the steel, he about feel the seven-six (what)
cold day in h-ll if you think ima miss (never)

- mob ghost

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