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Creepin' In Video (MV)




Performed By: Kilo
Language: English
Length: 2:06
Written by: Kilo, Christopher Valdez




Kilo - Creepin' In Lyrics
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Yeah lil bro, I'm creepin' in
Pull up with my nina, yeah
Ball out for no reason, yeah
Ball out like all season, yeah
Call me and then I'm sneakin' in
I do this shit, you play pretend
All this pain, I keep it in
All this dick, she takin' it
Bitch, I call my shooters, yeah
Pull up with them Rugers, yeah
Tired of the rumors, yeah
Pull up, bitch, I shoot you, yeah
Bitch, I'm cool like Kool-Aid, yeah
I'm so drunk, need a Uber, yeah
Girl, come, let's make a movie, yeah
I'ma get to striking, smoking on exotic
Tweakin' off them meds, tweakin' off this molly
F*ckin' on this bitch, f*ckin' on her body
Gettin' all this money, spend it cause I got it
Bad bitch up on me, yeah she give me sloppy
Preachin' on the mic, I'm talkin' like a prophet
Bundles full of money, got em' in my pocket
Sippin on the Houston, clutchin' on that rocket
F*ck you, I earned my stripes
Get slimed like Nick at Nite
Workin', I'm on my grind
She wanna f*ck, I turn off the lights
Turn off the lights, these diamonds bright
Turn on the lights, these diamonds shine
Spittin' on the mic, I do not write
Shootin' at the opps, I do not fight
Yeah lil bro, I'm creepin' in
Pull up with my nina, yeah
Ball out for no reason, yeah
Ball out like all season, yeah
Call me and then I'm sneakin' in
I do this shit, you play pretend
All this pain, I keep it in
All this dick, she takin' it
Bitch, I call my shooters, yeah
Pull up with them Rugers, yeah
Tired of the rumors, yeah
Pull up, bitch, I shoot you, yeah
Bitch, I'm cool like Kool-Aid, yeah
I'm so drunk, need a Uber, yeah
Girl, come, let's make a movie, yeah
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Yeah lil bro, I'm creepin' in
Pull up with my nina, yeah
Ball out for no reason, yeah
Ball out like all season, yeah
Call me and then I'm sneakin' in
I do this shit, you play pretend
All this pain, I keep it in
All this dick, she takin' it
Bitch, I call my shooters, yeah
Pull up with them Rugers, yeah
Tired of the rumors, yeah
Pull up, bitch, I shoot you, yeah
Bitch, I'm cool like Kool-Aid, yeah
I'm so drunk, need a Uber, yeah
Girl, come, let's make a movie, yeah
I'ma get to striking, smoking on exotic
Tweakin' off them meds, tweakin' off this molly
F*ckin' on this bitch, f*ckin' on her body
Gettin' all this money, spend it cause I got it
Bad bitch up on me, yeah she give me sloppy
Preachin' on the mic, I'm talkin' like a prophet
Bundles full of money, got em' in my pocket
Sippin on the Houston, clutchin' on that rocket
F*ck you, I earned my stripes
Get slimed like Nick at Nite
Workin', I'm on my grind
She wanna f*ck, I turn off the lights
Turn off the lights, these diamonds bright
Turn on the lights, these diamonds shine
Spittin' on the mic, I do not write
Shootin' at the opps, I do not fight
Yeah lil bro, I'm creepin' in
Pull up with my nina, yeah
Ball out for no reason, yeah
Ball out like all season, yeah
Call me and then I'm sneakin' in
I do this shit, you play pretend
All this pain, I keep it in
All this dick, she takin' it
Bitch, I call my shooters, yeah
Pull up with them Rugers, yeah
Tired of the rumors, yeah
Pull up, bitch, I shoot you, yeah
Bitch, I'm cool like Kool-Aid, yeah
I'm so drunk, need a Uber, yeah
Girl, come, let's make a movie, yeah
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Writer: Kilo, Christopher Valdez
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