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Correct Creepin' (Solo) Lyrics
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Chamillionaire
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Correct Creepin' (Solo)
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Ft. Ludacris (Chorus) In the streets I'm peepin game I can't trust you, no no All up in my business mayne I stay on the low low Say they really really fake Can't mess wit you no mo' Closest people to you hate So I be rollin solo I'm creepin on the low low Creepin on the low low Creepin on the low low I be rollin, I be rollin solo I'm creepin on the low Creepin on the low low Creepin on the low low I be rollin, I be rollin solo I'm creepin on the low Verse 1: (Chamillionaire) Mo' money yeah mo' problems What Biggy said it look like it true Used to be my homeboy But now I'm paid so they tryna sue My garage got jaguars My garage look like a zoo Middle finger up for the haters Hope the hater here isn't you Super cool, that's real cool You can feel like you gotta friend But I aint trusing my money counter And that's the reason I count again You saw the Forbes (yeah) I'm suspicious Thinking everybody wanna take my riches Can't take my money out my account Cause my bank teller get motion sickness Back and forth, b-back and forth From in the streets or right back in court Candy car built like a tank And my crib built like a fort Lets go to war I aint George bush I promise ya'll I'm gone be prepared Cause I aint trusting my weapon either And that's the reason I keep a spare (Chorus) Verse 2: (Chamillionaire) I aint hangin with none of ya'll Outkast like 3 thou' Win the Grammy thank God and family And all of ya'll I'm gone leave out If you don't like it then peace out Look around and I see doubt I've been known to get to the presidents Like Barack was on speed dial Yeah it's all about me now Don't want ya and don't need ya You don't grind and get to the money And you aint hungry I wont feed ya I aint hangin with no hater No faker No diva I made it big and they say they did And tryna take my credit like stole Visa If it's lonely at the top (top) I'd rather be alone Cause the closest people to ya The ones who gonna do ya wrong Backstabbing me for a broad I promise that I will lose no sleep Cause Jenny Craig can be your freak But my bank account gone stay obese (Chorus) Verse 3: (Ludacris) I be, creeping lower than low Light another blunt I'm smoking the dro Choking, loking, never provoke him And the trunk will get popped and I'll open the do' Lungs full of smoke Got me slower than slow Feel like I'm trapped and there's nowhere to go So I, just pull out the bazooka (blah) Put a fuckin hole in the flo (LUDA! ) I'm so dope with the flow Trunk full of speakers, pocket full of bud How much would a wood chuck chuck If a wood chuck could chuck wood grain Gripping on the wheel Turn it turn it Blow another stack I earned it earned it Blow another amp Pull another tram Light another blunt Burn it burn it Flame it up Hear my flow, I changed it up Everybody grab your gats And hold em, load, sock em, lock em, cock em And aim it up Bang it up Off in the sky Catch me rollin off in the ride 26 inches Leave em defenseless 45 always tucked in the side Open your eyes See me cruisin Cause I keep winning and these boys keep losing Plus I'm, the pimp of the year Playas is hatin and ho's is choosing Look at all the ho's you losing Then look at all the game I got And you can catch me creepin on the low low Luda ridin solo, beatin the block! (Chorus)
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