Представляем точный текст композиции "Creepin" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Z-Ro . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Creepin» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Z-Ro передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Z-Ro - "Creepin"
Lyrics to Creepin : [Hook - 2x] Creeping, with the sawed off In a rage, bogaurd blowing niggaz balls off Im the reaper, touching fellas on they lifeline Aint no running to the trunk, I got my pistol right now [Z-Ro] Creeping with my automatic, running round Laying motherfuckers down, straight up causing havoc any day I done gone insane in the brain, motherfuckers in my face Claiming that I owe them something mayn, dont let me catch no case I dont really give a damn about nothing, but my Nina and my sawed off You can call me Deadly Head, cause Im blowing they balls off Anybody bitch nigga dont test me, move across your jaw like a jet ski Quick jab (opening up like), Big Sab aw naw Pulling a gun on all yall, disrespect me and fall down This here my neck of the woods, where you gon go who you gon call now Military minded, Is a motherfucking soldier And I dont need nothing, but murder music and doja [Hook - 2x] [ClChe] Right now I got the shit, thatll blow your balls off And all this hating talking down, make a bitch wanna snatch your tongue out Im creepin with the sawed off, creepin on hoes and careful what they taln bout Im hitting the industry with tricks, magicians cant figure out, uh-huh Im from the South, Im breaking these bitches off Making the news with headlines, shes dangerous and shes out In your tape deck, these motherfuckers been duty click and rest Im touching hoes on they lifeline, now they cant pass my check Thats why Im creeping with my nigga, Z-Ro a dirt dirty killa You heard them guerillas, we hurt you to make you feel us Through all this fraud in you, you need to stay away Cause you dont wanna fuck with Z-Ro and ClChe, when we ride now [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Aint no running to the trunk, I got my pistol on me Cause aint no telling when a bitch nigga, try to tun up on me Im coming after your camp, me and my O.G. Darrel Burton Thirty odd beam on the drive card, that there gon have em hurting In need of medical attention, lifting up motherfuckers like Im bench pressing Put everybody to bed, write S.U.C. on the wall and then Im ditching Out the do, firing it up with B.J. and Fo Nickel and D slide in the do, that nigga there my nigga heart Lil Ro Picking me bitch Im a real one, its gonna be hard to be takin me off the map Determine the real ones from the fake ones, by the way they give me dap Beg your pardon, if you didnt know Im a soldier Military minded, clicking with the sawed off murder music and doja [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Creeping deep, see how we rough in the Houston streets Me keep me sawed off, right next to me Watching a set of bitches, show they breasts to me With M.O.E., that be Money Over Everything Bet I could hit a home run, nigga let me swing Swinging wide, with me sawed off shotgun And when I pull it, thats to show you that I got one [ Creepin Lyrics ]
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