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letra de creep - scotty cain

[intro]
we got lil austin on the track, b-tch i’m really with that
you know otm with it b-tch
djae in this b-tch n-gga (scotty cain)
yeah (n-gga know what up) he know
run a n-gga down ([?] his own [?])
223 [?] (we’ll bust a n-gga sh-t for real)
ain’t no survivors you caught the divers, [?] around
man f-ck a n-gga man
lil austin on tha track
mafia

[verse 1: scotty cain]
[?] hunnid, [?] be quiet somebody coming
heard [?] run up on his sh-t and start to dump him (pow pow pow pow)
[?] ’cause that b-tch went empty
swipe a b-tch for another glock, get ’em right back on the mission
i [lurkin’?] you dissin’, i’m on yo street with a 223
stalk him and run him down by the corner, put him on the [?]
you ain’t on my level with them [?] boy you under me
[?] n-gga like a [?]
i’m comin’ with a drummer, b-tch my gun a automatic
[?] whether he like burning plastic
[?] b-tches [?] yo sh-t and make you go get stitches
and this for yo n-ggas, step outside the club b-tch i’ma zip ya, f-ck it
clutch on anything i see you came with (what up)
snuck in with the forty with the d-ck ’cause they don’t search the clique
like 300 b-tch we got them forties with them thirty stick
knock yo ass if you don’t cooperate, we do some dirty sh-t
that mafia
[chorus: scotty cain]
stomped a n-gga, catch a n-gga slippin’ (what up)
up the choppa and leave that n-gga missing (pow pow pow pow)
stomped a n-gga, and catch a n-gga slippin’
up the choppa and leave that n-gga missing
bust these n-ggas up, we creepin’ (bust ’em up)
bust these n-ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n-ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n-ggas up, we creepin’ (what up)
bust these n-ggas up, we creepin’ (djae)
bust these n-ggas up, we creepin’ (yeah)
bust these n-ggas up, we creepin’ (bust these n-ggas up, man)
bust these n-ggas up, we creepin’ (f-ck n-ggas up, n-gga)

[verse 2: otm djae]
[?] but i see you ain’t with that
when them forties go cl!ck-clack, yo head go splish-splash
we run off in yo sh-t i go ape with banana clips
my mind gone, i’m lost, out the cage, so stay away
make them choppas get to whackin’ and wet you up like some p-rn
i shoot to k!ll and that’s for real, my n-gga you been wrong
keep the street, a young n-gga with cream, whatchu mean
call scotty, he catch bodies, leave a young n-gga with beams
i hit l!cks and stick sh-t, get money then i flip it
i don’t rap beef i just spit sh-t
like scissors, i rip it
get zipped up, body bag
don’t make me catch one
if you catch me slippin’ i ain’t trippin’, that’s a [?]
i don’t know why these n-ggas play both sides, get tied up
like both times get hit, with four fives, oh my
i’m a real n-gga, big pistols (so don’t try)
i creep and bust you up and leave a n-gga with clothes dyed
[chorus: scotty cain]
stomped a n-gga, catch a n-gga slippin’ (what up)
up the choppa and leave that n-gga missing (pow pow pow pow)
stomped a n-gga, and catch a n-gga slippin’
up the choppa and leave that n-gga missing
bust these n-ggas up, we creepin’ (bust ’em up)
bust these n-ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n-ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n-ggas up, we creepin’ (what up)
bust these n-ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n-ggas up, we creepin’ (yeah)
bust these n-ggas up, we creepin’
bust these n-ggas up, we creepin’ (bust these n-ggas up, n-gga)

[outro]
stomped a n-gga, catch a n-gga slippin’ (what up)
up the choppa and leave that n-gga missing (pow pow pow pow)
stomped a n-gga, and catch a n-gga slippin’
up the choppa and leave that n-gga missing

- scotty cain

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