Creeps Lyrics – Splurgeboys

Creeps Lyrics by Splurgeboys

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Late nights out in the cold
Up my fees, put in that elbow grease
Whole mouth full up of gold

Feel that cold any time I kiss my teeth
Whole gang out on patrol
Grow some nuts or start sucki’g on these
My sh#t out of control

This so sold, this might give ’em the creeps
This might give ’em the creeps
This might give ’em the creeps
This might give ’em the creeps

This might give ’em the creeps
Ain’t no regular creatures
Summon your preachers
Givin’ them jeepers creepers

Late nights out with the pack
I’m at home with rats
And the еmpty boxes of pizzas
Ain’t no beaches, still with b#tchеs

Regular peng ting breachers
Didn’t get that from my teachers
They don’t reach us
Dunno what the f#ck they teach us

Get blown and I’m gone like the wind
Room at the inn
Maggie and bottle of gin
Man get burst seein’ double vision

Swear I just nutted in twins
One foot in the grave, one foot in the dorm
Learned my lessons, I weathered the storm
So cold outside that I gotta stay warm, huh

Late nights out in the cold
Up my fees, put in that elbow grease
Whole mouth full up of gold
Feel that cold any time I kiss my teeth

Whole gang out on patrol
Grow some nuts or start sucki’g on these
My sh#t out of control
This so sold, this might give ’em the creeps

This might give ’em the creeps
This might give ’em the creeps
This might give ’em the creeps
This might give ’em the creeps

Yeah, swag-swag, man, got that in the bag
Sauce, man, keep that in the tin
Drip-drip, man, I got jar on jar
Don’t worry, there’s way more in the fridge

Fresh, man, can’t let off the lid
Flex that ting, can’t undid
Option, man, keep that in the cupboard
I buss it, guarantee she gon’ love it

I might link my ting from Barkin’
But I got a better one down in Woodford
Might go ’round and give her that
Might go ’round and give her that good-good wood

Choppin’ down sh#t like a lumberjack in the box
I got the code, man crackin’ the lock
Man hear the bass when I’m out on the block
Cruisin’ ’round London, late night

Late nights out in the cold
Up my fees, put in that elbow grease
Whole mouth full up of gold
Feel that cold any time I kiss my teeth

Whole gang out on patrol
Grow some nuts or start sucki’g on these
My sh#t out of control
This so sold, this might give ’em the creeps

This might give ’em the creeps
This might give ’em the creeps
This might give ’em the creeps
This might give ’em the creeps
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Splurgeboys Lyrics – Creeps

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Creeps