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Come with me Run with me Living on a creep creep creep creep Nigga don't sleep We got to make it some way Got to beat the streets Nigga dont sleep living on a creep Come with me Run with me Living on a creep creep creep creep Nigga don't sleep We got to make it some way Got to beat the streets Nigga dont sleep living on a creep Nigga we don't sleep mutha fucka got that heat Quelly Quel Give a dam where you at mutha fucka ya you see me And I'm in tha building and I'm trappin Ya nigga what happenned Its nigga Quelly Quel yes I'm straight swavin I don't give a dam muthafucka ya im cravin Craving for these millions craving for these dollar I dont give a dam guarantee I popped a collar with your hoe Where you little nigga pull the fucking trigger Ya I'm getting eight figures go figure I dont give dam mutha fucka yes Im stunnin I don't give a dam Quelly Quel yes im running marathons with your bitch I don't give dam she's on my dick and she want stop bobbing on my shit Ya I can't quit I dont give a dam I'm too legit Quelly Quel Im a savage with this shit Ya I really flow it yes I really know it Its tha nigga Quelly Quel yes I got to go in Every time I pick up on the flow lil nigga ya I know Quelly Quel that Im smoking on the dro Looking at the skys ya there really pink I dont give a ya I'm wearing fucking mink And Im fucking cruisin in the dam city ya really see a real nigga like me Come with me Run with me Living on a creep creep creep creep Nigga don't sleep We got to make it some way Got to beat the streets Nigga dont sleep living on a creep Come with me Run with me Living on a creep creep creep creep Nigga don't sleep We got to make it some way Got to beat the streets Nigga dont sleep living on a creep with me Run with me Living on a creep creep creep creep Nigga don't sleep Nigga never knew why nigga never died Nigga nigga never ask why I'm so sky high Past time like Rambo in the barrio Living like Chapo dodging you wackos Mood is attack mode Mr Mr Sancho Mr Mr Racks yo acting like vatos You loco like Rondo weight like Santos stay on the gas yo Pronto to cash ride right to the post Poyo then ghost gotta make the most Gotta gotta make a toast slang thangs the most Diagnosed by the pope your to the stars no hold back bravo Mr. Marco Adios gotta go gotta go gotta go o'no o'no no he didn't Mexican brilliant nigga resilient words cashing in for the millions creeping on the billions Got fucking real fucking vision got the fat sack with backpack with the green cash Rat tat tat Mr. big dad nigga so rad nigga so rad if I want that nigga take that I run up to the sun up blazing up guns up creeping in Come with me Run with me Living on a creep creep creep creep Nigga don't sleep We got to make it some way Got to beat the streets Nigga dont sleep living on a creep Come with me Run with me Living on a creep creep creep creep Nigga don't sleep We got to make it some way Got to beat the streets Nigga dont sleep living on a creep Nah nigga we dont sleep ya we trapping in the hood Mutha fucka in the heat like we should Ya we getting paper talk these stacks mutha fucka I'm the best ya Im only spitting facts Out my dam mouth what you about Quelly Quel dont give a dam I'm from the dirty south Ya Im talking about that dirty ya we getting crazy mutha fucka give a dam Guarantee you going to pay me Mutha fucka I got to win Yes at the end Quelly Quel Im going to stack and Im chilling in zen Thats my state of mind dropping all these dimes on the court on the streets Mutha fucka its my time And I got creep in got to creep in got to creep in Yes I got to creep in got to creep in got to creep in
Writer(s): Marco Iwabuchi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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