Creepin’

INTRO: (spoken)
Areola, that shirt came off, that bra came off and...so crazy
What a day.
What a motha fuckin day.
I tell ya.
Baby, im home!
Hey, baby!(Ah Makzilla; Spell my name; M-A-C)
Whats that smell? (Bitch, thats not how you spell my name; I mean K)
Smell like ..like my babys pussy.
What the fuck?! (Oh, shit! Sorry! Shit!)(CHORUS)
What do you do when youre workin, come home, and im creepin out the back door
Pants on the floor and youre lookin at her sayin 'Whatcha doin that for?'(VERSE ONE)
This is how it goes when youre hard at work (hard at work)
Im with ya lady and im all up in her skirt (all up in her skirt)
She chose a rapper cause this rapper know how to tap her
Strap her down and attack her while you sneak in, watch pornos and jerk (watch pornos and jerk )
And ya cant be mad at me cause your thick bitch wanna ravage me
Got my big dick in her cavities then its spit spit im in anatomy
And ya cant come badgin me cause she sick wanna insert half of me
Straight addicted to the master he whips the sticks up without batteries
Poetry in motion
I make her water cause im a scholar i father her twat dont bother i got her
Shell eat anything
I want her to eat, shell swallow anything
I want her to swallershell go down & chew on my dog, doin anything thatll make me holler.
And you the victim donteven know whats ya comin home to,
Im bangin it out &shes screamin like we doin kungfu.
Im feelin right cuz you the one she do the wrong to.
Now that you know your lady is creepin- - whatcha goin do??(CHORUS)
What do you do when youre workin, come home, and im creepin out the back door
Pants on the floor and youre lookin at her sayin 'Whatcha doin that for?' (VERSE 2)
But it aint no need though, cuz
Im a G tho..
I find em, then fuck em, feed em &i let him repo.
I understand youre punchin that clock, but while youre punchin man,
Im punchin that twat —gonna get that overtime
BG Bullet does step over the line, gotta key to the crib, this pussys suppose to be da line, this bitch too old to be lying, she done told her husband things suppose to be fine, you da bigger man, and
Im her clover leaf now, what about the clothes that he found… did you tell him you love him, did you tell him you wit it, did you tell him you this love his dick every time that you get it—
I dont think so, so
Ima keep things low, keep pullin these strings close that pop that
El Nino- (yes!)
Cuz Im the best at it, your ladys sex addict — all in the spot when ur not, getting my head patted.
But Ima keep this thing respectable homie,
Im using condoms in your festival homie, no need to killa nigga!(CHORUS)
What do you do when youre workin, come home, and im creepin out the back door
Pants on the floor and youre lookin at her sayin 'Whatcha doin that for?'(VERSE 3)
What would you do if your boo crept on you—with me, new tattoo with the letter 'P'—all over her humps like the letter 'B'.
Trip if you want to, scared nigger — never me… your girl has been land-marked, that means that
I marked her- that means that
I skidded sperm all over her twat fur… that means that
I got her, where you never had her- sex game critical, now she is a master.
You never got ur dick licked, mine is getting tongue-kissed, she could suck a orange thru a straw —call her
Sunkist… Man, she a cold chick, yeah
I know you miss that… bank account access- ya- you know
I did that.
Put it where her ribs at, then i let her slip on it —if ya like it then ya shoulda put a ring on it.
Cuz Paul Mussan had that pussy with a sling on it.
And I aint even poppin
E homie, but the question is…(CHORUS)
What do you do when youre workin, come home, and im creepin out the back door
Pants on the floor and youre lookin at her sayin ' Whatcha doin that for?'