The Lonely Island, John Waters, Nicki Minaj - The Creep lyrics
Nicki Minaj [Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty] Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago/LA, CA, U.S. 🇹🇹 🇺🇸
[The Lonely Island, John Waters, Nicki Minaj - The Creep lyrics]
Haha, yeah
Hi, I'm John Waters, and this is the Creep
When you’re out at a club and
You see a fly girl do the Creep (ha)
Do the Creep (ha)
And if you wanna make friends at the ATM
Do the Creep (ha) and do the Creep (ha)
Well, we got a new dance
So get up on your feet
It’s real easy to do and
It’s called the Creep
Let your hands flop around, like a marionette
Pop your knees up and down
Sh-sh-shakin’ your neck
Now pull your waistband up like
You expecting a flood
And stick your hair down flat like
It was covered in mud
Trim up your pencil mustache
And pop them peepers
Put this in your speakers
You a certified creeper
When you see a country peach
Laying out at the beach do the Creep (ha)
And do the Creep (ha)
And when a fine PYT walks
In front of your tree do the Creep (ooh)
And do the Creep (ha)
I was six years old when I started creeping
My parents took it to their
Room and I started peeping
You can imagine their surprise when
They lifted their heads
And saw my little ass creeping at
The foot of the bed
And they knew I was a creep
Since the day I was born
Get popping out my momma
Like some kettle corn
And the doctor caught my head
And he starting freaking
Cause I came out clean and
I came out creeping
Nicki (uh) , Nicki (uh huh)
Nicki, Nicki, Nicki, Nicki (yeah)
When I was a girl
I creeped in the boys' locker room
Hide deep inside
It was my little creep stalker room
As they disrobed, I was oogling and oggling
Little did they know that for me
They were modeling
And I would laugh: ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
And they would dance: la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
So pop your peepers and
Squeak out your sneakers
Don’t sleep, come on
Get your creep on with me
Go on and get you sweating off
The bride at her wedding do the Creep (ha)
And do the Creep (ha)
But when you sneak into a wake
And you see a beefcake do the Creep (ooh)
And do the creep (ha)
When the judge is a hottie and
You can’t control your body
Do the Creep (ha) and do the Creep (ha)
So get your knees flexin’
And your arms T-Rexin’ and creep, haha (ha)
Do the Creep (ha)
And don’t forget to smile
Hi, I'm John Waters, and this is the Creep
When you’re out at a club and
You see a fly girl do the Creep (ha)
Do the Creep (ha)
And if you wanna make friends at the ATM
Do the Creep (ha) and do the Creep (ha)
Well, we got a new dance
So get up on your feet
It’s real easy to do and
It’s called the Creep
Let your hands flop around, like a marionette
Pop your knees up and down
Sh-sh-shakin’ your neck
Now pull your waistband up like
You expecting a flood
And stick your hair down flat like
It was covered in mud
Trim up your pencil mustache
And pop them peepers
Put this in your speakers
You a certified creeper
When you see a country peach
Laying out at the beach do the Creep (ha)
And do the Creep (ha)
And when a fine PYT walks
In front of your tree do the Creep (ooh)
And do the Creep (ha)
I was six years old when I started creeping
My parents took it to their
Room and I started peeping
You can imagine their surprise when
They lifted their heads
And saw my little ass creeping at
The foot of the bed
And they knew I was a creep
Since the day I was born
Get popping out my momma
Like some kettle corn
And the doctor caught my head
And he starting freaking
Cause I came out clean and
I came out creeping
Nicki (uh) , Nicki (uh huh)
Nicki, Nicki, Nicki, Nicki (yeah)
When I was a girl
I creeped in the boys' locker room
Hide deep inside
It was my little creep stalker room
As they disrobed, I was oogling and oggling
Little did they know that for me
They were modeling
And I would laugh: ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
And they would dance: la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
So pop your peepers and
Squeak out your sneakers
Don’t sleep, come on
Get your creep on with me
Go on and get you sweating off
The bride at her wedding do the Creep (ha)
And do the Creep (ha)
But when you sneak into a wake
And you see a beefcake do the Creep (ooh)
And do the creep (ha)
When the judge is a hottie and
You can’t control your body
Do the Creep (ha) and do the Creep (ha)
So get your knees flexin’
And your arms T-Rexin’ and creep, haha (ha)
Do the Creep (ha)
And don’t forget to smile