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Mr 3 2 We Creep

poured up with purple love when we ride goin, gettin cash all day while sippin flossin with a broad on 'vard we flippin...We Creep [3-2] Po'ed up real

Catholicism is in prison We been with our religion, where I'm leaving We been a victim, see we ain't just suspect here We leaving proof, that there ain

. Chorus And we what? a?? Run with crew, Whose what? a?? Blood is blue, Through life's a?? Fucking zoo, And we might a?? Come for you, And we what? a

Mr. I got your girl Mr. versache wear Mr. I got you there Mr. infared Where ever the dot go Mr. I'm gonna pop you there Mr., mr., mr. who I be If you

wanna get with us Cause we so for realz haters they wanna kill us We turning busters into down south hustlers We turning busters into midwest hustlers We

snake blood 2 times A ceremony of creeps and freaks and blew minds Somebodies eyeball landed in my drink i chugged it Cuz at this place we all up to

game, mane We hit the streets with Cane, hit the streets in the Range Shh, Shh, We aint repeatin they names Keep heat, creep creep, leap leap, 3 jeeps

strap by my sides to keep niggas in check And all my posse pack glock .9's uzi thangs and tecs You see we rolls down the block 3 o'clock in the morning

it's ashame can't even sport our jewerly like we wanna cause everytime we shine them jackers tryna creep up on us catchin pistol case, after pistol case, ridin dirty Mr