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(Yeah, okay) (I'ma bad, mean that) (Yah) Creepin' creepin' All my haters creepin' Back up in these walls, in my socials when I'm sleepin' Hatin' but still askin' for a favor they be tweakin' Sayin' whassup on my WhatsApp (beep beepin') I been going nonstop like a train It starts with H&M, now I rock a MCM And they all be, "진짜? How you do it tho?" I say run for the money and stop hatin' tho But they still Creepin', creepin' Lookin' at who's peekin' Tryna cut me off, bitch, quiet when I'm speaking Who dis? Who dis? Peaceful like a Buddhist Tryna hit my phone, I don't know you bitch like who dis? I been strollin' round the city, been a minute since I been in love Love me blindly, Mussolini, lookin' fancy in Balenci Yes I got a ex-crush, made my ooh, blush All it takes for them to love me, now is only five minutes Back in junior high school I was unpopular Now they can't take their eyes off me, binocular Now I see haters on my stories, why they stalkin' her? These bitches ask for a handout (what?), I'm blocking her But they still Creepin', creepin' Lookin' at who's peekin' Tryna cut me off, bitch, quiet when I'm speaking Who dis? Who dis? Peaceful like a Buddhist Tryna hit my phone, I don't know you bitch like who dis? All the way from East Jakarta now I'm up in Westin' (up in Westin', u-up in Westin') Wanna be mix of Nicki and Kanye West and (Kanye West and, Kanye-Kanye West and) All the way from East Jakarta now I'm up in Westin' (up in Westin', u-up in Westin') Wanna be mix of Nicki and Kanye West and (Kanye West and, Kanye-Kanye West and) (But this is) Creepin', creepin' Lookin' at who's peekin' (this is) Tryna cut me off, bitch, quiet when I'm speaking (but this is) Who dis? Who dis? Peaceful like a Buddhist (no!) Tryna hit my phone, I don't know you bitch like who dis? Ha-ha-ha Oh my god These bitches still creepin' after all these years, like... Why don't you guys, just use the time and the energy that you guys have, to like- Water your own grass? You know what I mean? Like water your own grahs? And with that like the other's grahs, the neighbour's grahs Will not look as greener, you know, but, aha
Writer(s): Putri Estiani Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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