Letra da Música Creep With Phar City de Naty Quinones

Verse 1: [Phar-City]

Papa's got a brand new bag
Like Desperado
Filled up with AK's and mags
My waist filled with 2-Ways and bags
Ma you don稚 go two ways
Aww, too bad
It痴 a good thing that you池e friend do
Now you, her friends, and me can be friends, too
Get no ends, boo (uh, uh)
Gotta be chicken or a hater if this flow offends you
Hers continue, so many been in through
Switch Dames, ditch dames
Make their faces look like retards
And then got more hoes than a garden shed
Hit the bar up, got bottles of Mo
Hit the car up, got bottles of gold
Mami call me when your man is gone
You can meet me like Tweet with no panties on

Chorus:
[Phar-City]
Ma, you came with ya man
But you gon' slide with me
I ain't tryin to be your man
I just wanna be your creep
[Naty]
Listen, you came with your girl
But you comin' home with me
Pa, I ain't tryna be your girl
I just wanna be your creep

Verse 2: [Naty]
Female pimp
Game don't work on me
You my ho, you work for me
No "inserting" me
Slow to the club, rollin' on dubs
Flirt and tease
Easy boy, don't hurt ya knees
You gotta put your face forward and work your knees
Take me out to beat (uh, uh)
All you gonna do is take me out to eat (word)
Naty from Anjel, Rock Burberry
Gucci to Coogi, short skirts with Snoopy
Gotta love this Spanish mami
Stay around all gangstas just like Tommy
Guys in the club wanna get behind me
Your girl's gonna rip if she find me
Rap chicks, I'm out to stay
Like Ludacris, "Move bitch, get out the way"

Chorus

Bridge:
[Phar-City]
Creep with me
Sleep with me
Get it on in the backseat
Freak with me
[Naty]
Creep with me
Sleep with me
Get it on in the backseat
Freak with me

Verse 3: [Phar-City]
Somebody's girl is at this party
At this shindig, okay
And I'm about to hurl at this party
I drank too much and me and all my friends did
Somebody痴 girlfriend walking by me
With long hair and a thong in her rear
Some ma can't stop walking finally
I pulled out a chair and she bought me a beer like
"Ain稚 you Crisis? Dolo-Mic?"
Sho you're right, speeding on a motor bike
Phar-City who yo bros is like
'Cause we the bomb diggy and our flows is tight
Clothes is nice, after the club I burn a bag with my cuz
And show up at your crib with a swollen pipe
And I guzzle dark liquor so hold the ice
And I'm a dark nigga but my gold is white
That's my day job, I sell hoes at night
So if we ain't creepin', then we ain't speakin'
Go in my streets and chill with wife before the evening I'm a pimp