Creep Lyrics

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I'm a star

I'll get far

Off a bar

Forgot the keys to my car

Had the Benz and the Beamer

Now I got the Rolls with the stars

Hublot stock, factory diamonds inside of my watch

I hit his bitch, made that boy watch

We caught a body, it didn't make Fox

I ain't event turnt up yet

I'm finna talk my shit

I'm finna wash my wrist

I'm finna drop my bitch

I'm finna go insane

I'm finna rot her brain

I'm finna buy a plane

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Shit getting spicy

They highly dislike me

I walk in so icey

I do this for Mikey (Mikey)

Do this for my twin (twin)

I pray to almighty

I shoot so precisely

I fucked on a Miley

I always been righty (righty)

I know that I'm him (him)

Walk in the back doh

Collect me some back dough

Got hot like an astro

I turn 'em to assholes

They hatin' on

The kid

They hatin' on

The kid

Need get a bag bro

For real

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