Correction Paroles THAT’S WHY I CREEP par DaBaby

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That's why I creep
And it's only a few of us that get the experience this journey like this, you know what I'm sayin'?
The up shit is up as it can get, you know what I'm sayin'?
And as down as it can get too, you know
It's beautiful

Before a nigga came up, they was waitin' on Baby to blow (Baby to blow), yeah
And now I got these f*ck niggas hatin', they waitin' on Baby to go (Baby to go), yeah
That's why I creep, yeah
Only f*ck with real niggas, that's why I ain't D (That's why I ain't—, oh)
My family gotta get a lil' richer, that's why I ain't sleep (That's why I ain't sleep, oh)
You can never take the French, come with it, that's why it ain't me (That's why it ain't me)
That's why it ain't me, yeah

I'ma grab a blog site nigga, hit him, put his face on the floor, why? Yeah
'Cause y'all niggas' bitches, playin' games with real niggas
No remorse, nigga crossin' all the lifelines
Playin' round with a nigga children
Wasn't trippin' on y'all when played with my paper
'Cause I understand that's what comes with it
So I had to grow, get a little more focused
And stop runnin' from pain, had to take it and show
Had to stand on my name
And everyone that's on my shoulders (Can't ever forget how—)

Before a nigga came up (Yeah), they was waitin' on Baby to blow (Waitin' on Baby to blow), yeah
And now I got these f*ck niggas hatin' (Yeah), they waitin' on Baby to go (Huh? Baby to go, yeah, that's why I—, what?)
Yeah, that's why I creep, yeah (That's why I creep, yeah)
Only f*ck with real niggas, that's why I ain't D (Only f*ck with real niggas, oh)
My family gotta get a lil' richer, that's why I ain't sleep (That's why I ain't sleep, yeah)
You can never take the French, come with it, that's why it ain't me (That's why it ain't me)
That's why it ain't me, yeah (Oh-oh)

Yes, I, for your F-Y-I, I'm the motherf*ckin' best out
I like women with caramel skin
Like the girl who used to sing with chill and get left out
Especially ones with brown skin, like Chilly and Left Eye
Who pray when I'm stressed out
Baby, can you give me TLC?
I'm on the road alone, I wish you was with me
And, yeah, I see the way they hate on me like hoes
For leavin', better if they hate 'cause I'm free (Free)
Uh, football niggas can't hold me
I'm givin' penalties like I'm a referee, I ain't did shit that I ain't already told you
Convinced none of these bitch-ass niggas met a soldier
Convinced none of these bitches never met them a Kirk
Too good to be true type of nigga, I told you I ain't perfect
You thought that I was, it ain't work
Now you tryna convince the whole world I'm a jerk
And these the everyday struggles of a real nigga
I'm talkin' to good, nigga
Make him off, like a f*ck-nigga
But don't trip, it just look different
The shit I've been through need to be in a book, nigga
And plus, I done shook niggas
And don't ever judge a book by the way that the cover on it
Or the way that it look, nigga, 'cause—

(That's why, oh)
(That's why, oh-oh, oh)
(That's all, oh-oh, oh-oh)
(That's why, that's all, oh-oh)
(Motherf*cker, that's that, oh-oh)
(Oh-oh)
(Creep, oh-oh)
(Only f*ck with real niggas, that's why I ain't deed, oh-oh)
(My family gotta get a lil' richer, that's why I ain't sleep, oh-oh)

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