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Ludacris - Creepin [Album] Lyrics
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[ Featuring Chamillionaire ]

Venom In the streets I'm peepin game
I can't trust you no no
All up in my bigness mayne
I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake
Can't mess with you no more
Closest people to you hate
So I be rolling solo (I'm creepin on the low)

Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling I be rolling solo

I'm creepin on the low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling I be rolling solo
I'm creepin on the low

I be creeping lower than low
Light another blunt I'm smoking the dro
Choking looking never provoke him
And a drunk will get popped
And I'll open the dope
Lungs full of smoke that means slower than slow
Feel like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go
So I just pull out the bazooka (Blah)
Put a f*cking hole in the flo
Luda I'm so dope wid the flow
Trunk fulla speakers pocket fulla
How much would a wood chuck chuck
If a wood chuck could chuck wood
Gripping on the wheel (Turn it turn it)
Blow another stack (I earned it earned it)
Blow another pull another tram
Light another blunt (Burn it burn it)
Flame it up
Hear my flow I changed it up
Everybody grab your gats
And hold em load sock em
Lock em cock em
And aim it up
Bang it up
Off in the sky
Catch me rolling off in the ride 26 inches
Leave em defenseless
45 always tucked in the side
Open your eyes
See me cruising
Cause I keep winning
And these boys keep losing
Plus I'm the pimp of the year
Players is hating and hos is choosing
Look at all the hos you losing
Then look at all the game I got
And you can catch me creepin on the low low
Luda riding solo beating the block

In the streets I'm peepin game
I can't trust you no no
All up in my bigness mayne
I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake
Can't mess with you no more
Closest people to you hate
So I be rolling solo (I'm creepin on the low)

Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling I be rolling solo
I'm creepin on the low

Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling I be rolling solo
I'm creepin on the low

More money yeah more problems
What Biggy said it look like it true
Used to be my homeboy
But now I'm payed so they tryna sue
My garage got Jaguars
My garage look like a zoo

Middle finger up for the haters
Hope the hater here isn't you
Super cool that's real cool
You can feel like you gotta friend
But I ain't trusting my money counter
And that's the reason I count again
You saw the forbes (Yeah)
I'm suspicious
Thinking everybody wanna take my riches
Can't take my money out my account
Cause my bank teller get motion sickness
Back and forth b-back and forth
From in the streets or right back in court
Candy car built like a tank
And my crib built like a fort
Let's go to war I ain't George bush
I promise ya'll I'm gone be prepared
Cause I ain't trusting my weapon either
And that's the reason I keep a spare

In the streets I'm peepin game
I can't trust you no no
All up in my bigness mayne
I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake
Can't mess with you no mo
Closest people to you hate
So I be rolling solo (I'm creepin on the low)

Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling I be rolling solo

I'm creepin on the low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling I be rolling solo
I'm creepin on the low

I ain't hanging with none of ya'll
Outcast like three tao
Win the Grammy thing guard the family
And all of you gon leave out
If you don't like it then peace out
Look around and I see doubt
I been known to get to the presidents
Like Barrack is on speed dial
Yeah it's all about me now
Don't want ya and don't need ya
You don't grind and get to the money
And you ain't hungry I won't feed ya
I ain't hanging with no hater
No faker no diva
I knew it big and they say they did
And tryna take my credit like stole visa

If it's lonely at the top (Top)
I'd rather be alone
Cause the closest people to ya
The ones who guna do ya wrong
Backstabbing me for a broad
I promise that I will lose no sleep
Cause jenny crank can be your freak
But my bank account gone stay obese

In the streets I'm peepin game
I can't trust you no no
All up in my bigness mayne
I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake
Can't mess with you no mo
Closest people to you hate
So I be rolling solo (I'm creepin on the low)

Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling I be rolling solo

I'm creepin on the low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling I be rolling solo
I'm creepin on the low
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Venom In the streets I'm peepin game
I can't trust you no no
All up in my bigness mayne
I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake
Can't mess with you no more
Closest people to you hate
So I be rolling solo (I'm creepin on the low)

Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling I be rolling solo

I'm creepin on the low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling I be rolling solo
I'm creepin on the low

I be creeping lower than low
Light another blunt I'm smoking the dro
Choking looking never provoke him
And a drunk will get popped
And I'll open the dope
Lungs full of smoke that means slower than slow
Feel like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go
So I just pull out the bazooka (Blah)
Put a f*cking hole in the flo
Luda I'm so dope wid the flow
Trunk fulla speakers pocket fulla
How much would a wood chuck chuck
If a wood chuck could chuck wood
Gripping on the wheel (Turn it turn it)
Blow another stack (I earned it earned it)
Blow another pull another tram
Light another blunt (Burn it burn it)
Flame it up
Hear my flow I changed it up
Everybody grab your gats
And hold em load sock em
Lock em cock em
And aim it up
Bang it up
Off in the sky
Catch me rolling off in the ride 26 inches
Leave em defenseless
45 always tucked in the side
Open your eyes
See me cruising
Cause I keep winning
And these boys keep losing
Plus I'm the pimp of the year
Players is hating and hos is choosing
Look at all the hos you losing
Then look at all the game I got
And you can catch me creepin on the low low
Luda riding solo beating the block

In the streets I'm peepin game
I can't trust you no no
All up in my bigness mayne
I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake
Can't mess with you no more
Closest people to you hate
So I be rolling solo (I'm creepin on the low)

Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling I be rolling solo
I'm creepin on the low

Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling I be rolling solo
I'm creepin on the low

More money yeah more problems
What Biggy said it look like it true
Used to be my homeboy
But now I'm payed so they tryna sue
My garage got Jaguars
My garage look like a zoo

Middle finger up for the haters
Hope the hater here isn't you
Super cool that's real cool
You can feel like you gotta friend
But I ain't trusting my money counter
And that's the reason I count again
You saw the forbes (Yeah)
I'm suspicious
Thinking everybody wanna take my riches
Can't take my money out my account
Cause my bank teller get motion sickness
Back and forth b-back and forth
From in the streets or right back in court
Candy car built like a tank
And my crib built like a fort
Let's go to war I ain't George bush
I promise ya'll I'm gone be prepared
Cause I ain't trusting my weapon either
And that's the reason I keep a spare

In the streets I'm peepin game
I can't trust you no no
All up in my bigness mayne
I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake
Can't mess with you no mo
Closest people to you hate
So I be rolling solo (I'm creepin on the low)

Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling I be rolling solo

I'm creepin on the low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling I be rolling solo
I'm creepin on the low

I ain't hanging with none of ya'll
Outcast like three tao
Win the Grammy thing guard the family
And all of you gon leave out
If you don't like it then peace out
Look around and I see doubt
I been known to get to the presidents
Like Barrack is on speed dial
Yeah it's all about me now
Don't want ya and don't need ya
You don't grind and get to the money
And you ain't hungry I won't feed ya
I ain't hanging with no hater
No faker no diva
I knew it big and they say they did
And tryna take my credit like stole visa

If it's lonely at the top (Top)
I'd rather be alone
Cause the closest people to ya
The ones who guna do ya wrong
Backstabbing me for a broad
I promise that I will lose no sleep
Cause jenny crank can be your freak
But my bank account gone stay obese

In the streets I'm peepin game
I can't trust you no no
All up in my bigness mayne
I stay on the low low

Say they really really fake
Can't mess with you no mo
Closest people to you hate
So I be rolling solo (I'm creepin on the low)

Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling I be rolling solo

I'm creepin on the low
Creepin on the low low
Creepin on the low low
I be rolling I be rolling solo
I'm creepin on the low
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Writer: MONTAY HUMPHREY, KOREY ROBERSON, HOWARD SIMMONS, CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES, HAKEEM SERIKI, MALCOLM MIDDLETON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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