Tech N9ne, Krizz Kaliko, BG Bullet Wound, Paul Mussan - Creepin' lyrics

Areola, that shirt came off
That bra came off and so crazy
What a day, what a motherfuckin' day
I tell you baby, I'm home! Hey, baby!
What's that smell? Smell like
Like my baby's pussy
What the fuck?! (Oh, shit! Sorry! Shit)

What do you do when you're workin'
Come home, and I'm creepin' out the back door
Pants on the floor and you're lookin'
At her sayin' "What you doin' that for?"

This is how it goes when you're hard at work
(Hard at work) i'm with your lady and I'm
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 you can't be mad at me
Cause your thick bitch wanna ravage me
Got my big dick in her
Cavities then it's spit, spit I'm in anatomy
And you can't 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 I'm a scholar
I father her twat and bother her I got her
She'll eat anything I want her to eat
She'll swallow anything I want her to swallow
She'll go down and chew on my dog
Doin' anything that'll make me holler
And you the victim don't even know
What's you comin' home to
I'm bangin' it out and she's screamin'
Like we doin' kung fu i'm feelin' right
Cause you the one she do the wrong to
Now that you know your lady is
Creepin' - what you gon' do?

What do you do when you're workin'
Come home, and I'm creepin' out the back door
Pants on the floor and you're lookin'
At her sayin' "What you doin' that for?"

But it ain't no need though
Cause I'm a G though
I find 'em, then fuck 'em
Feed 'em and I let him repo
I understand you're punchin' that clock
But while you're punchin' man
I'm punchin' that twat
Gonna get that overtime
BG Bullet does step over the line
Gotta key to the crib
This pussy's suppose to be the line
This bitch too old to be lying, she done
Told her husband things suppose to be fine
You the bigger man
And I'm her clover leaf now
What about the clothes that he found
Did you tell him you love him
Did you tell him you with it
Did you tell him you this love his dick
Everytime that you get it - I don't think so
So I'mma keep things low, keep pullin'
These strings close that pop that El Nino
(Yes) cause, I'm the best at it
Your lady's sex addict
All in the spot when you're not
Getting my head patted
But, I'mma keep this thing respectable, homie
I'm using condoms in your festival, homie
No need to kill a nigga!

What do you do when you're workin'
Come home, and I'm creepin' out the back door
Pants on the floor and you're lookin'
At her sayin' "What you doin' that for?"

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 nigga
Never me: your girl has been land marked
That means that I marked her - that means
That I skeeted 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 your dick licked
Mine is getting tongue-kissed
She could suck a orange through a
Straw - call her Sunkist
Man, she a cold chick
Yeah I know you miss that
Bank account access, yeah
You know I did that
Put it where her ribs at
Then I let her slip on it
If ya like it then ya should-a
Put a ring on it
Cause Paul Mussan had that pussy
With a sling on it
And I ain't even poppin' E homie
But the question is

What do you do when you're workin'
Come home, and I'm creepin' out the back door
Pants on the floor and you're lookin'
At her sayin' "What you doin' that for?"