Creepin'

(Woo, areola, woo, areola, woo, areola, that shirt came off, it's yola)
(Woo, areola, woo, areola)
Areola, that shirt came off, that bra came off and, so crazy, motherfucker
What a day, what a motherfuckin' day, I tell ya, mm
Baby, I'm home (nice, slow), hey, baby (spell my name)
(M-O-C), what's that smell? (Try not to say my name) (C-K), smell like, like my baby's pussy
What the fuck? (Oh, shit, sorry, shit), what the-, hell, no

What do you do when you're workin', come home
And I'm creepin' out the back door (creepin' out the back door)
Pants on the floor, and you're lookin' at her
Sayin', "Whatcha doin' that for?" (Whatcha doin' that for?)
What do you do when you're workin', come home
And I'm creepin' out the back door (creepin' out the back door)
Pants on the floor, and you're lookin' at her
Sayin', "Whatcha doin' that for?" (Whatcha doin' that for?)

This is how it goes when you're hard at work (when you're hard at work)
I'm with ya lady, and I'm all up in her skirt (all up in her skirt)
She chose a rapper 'cause this rapper know how to tap her
Strap her down and attack her while you sneak in, watch pornos and jerk (watch pornos and jerk)
And ya can't be mad at me 'cause your bitch wanna ravage me
Got my big dick in her cavities then it's spit, spit I'm in anatomy
And ya can't come badgin' me 'cause sick wanna insert half of me
Straight addicted to the master, he whips the sticks up without batteries

Poetry in motion
I make her water 'cause I'm a scholar, I father her twat and bother her, I got her
She'll eat anything I want her to eat, she'll swallow anything I want her to swaller
She'll go down and chew on my dog, doin' anything that'll make me holler
And you the victim don't even know what's ya comin' home to
I'm bangin' it out, and she's screamin' like we doin' kung-fu
I'm feelin' right 'cause you the one she do the wrong to
Now that you know your lady is creepin', whatcha gon' do?

What do you do when you're workin', come home
And I'm creepin' out the back door (creepin' out the back door)
Pants on the floor, and you're lookin' at her
Sayin', "Whatcha doin' that for?" (Whatcha doin' that for?)
What do you do when you're workin', come home
And I'm creepin' out the back door (creepin' out the back door)
Pants on the floor, and you're lookin' at her
Sayin', "Whatcha doin' that for?" (Whatcha doin' that for?)

But it ain't no need though, 'cause I'm a G though
I find 'em, then fuck 'em, feed 'em and I let him repo
I understand you're punchin' that clock, but while you're punchin', man
I'm punchin' that twat, gonna get that overtime
BG bullet does step over the line
Gotta key to the crib, this pussy's suppose to be mine
This bitch too old to be lying
She done told her husband things suppose to be fine
You the bigger man, and I'm her clover leaf now
What about the clothes that he found?

Did you tell him you love him, did you tell him you wit' it
Did you tell him you this love his dick every time that you get it
I don't think so, so I'ma keep things low
Keep pullin' these strings close, that pop that El Niño (yes!)
'Cause I'm the best at it, your lady's sex addict
All in the spot when your not, getting my head patted
But I'ma keep this thing respectable, homie
I'm using condoms in your festival, homie, no need to kill a nigga

What do you do when you're workin', come home
And I'm creepin' out the back door (creepin' out the back door)
Pants on the floor, and you're lookin' at her
Sayin', "Whatcha doin' that for?" (Whatcha doin' that for?)
What do you do when you're workin', come home
And I'm creepin' out the back door (creepin' out the back door)
Pants on the floor, and you're lookin' at her
Sayin', "Whatcha doin' that for?" (Yeah, aye) (whatcha doin' that for?)

What would you do if your boo crept on you with me
New tattoo with the letter P, all over her humps like the letter B
Trip if you want to, scared nigga, never me
Your girl has been land-marked, that means that I marked her
That means that I skidded sperm all over her twat fur
That means that I got her where you never had her
Sex game critical, now she is a master

You never got your dick licked, mine is getting tongue-kissed
She could suck a orange through a straw, call her Sunkist
Man, she a cold chick, yeah, I know you miss that
Bank account access, yeah, you know I did that
Put it where her ribs at, then I let her slip on it
If ya like it, then ya shoulda put a ring on it
'Cause Paul Musssan had that pussy with a sling on it
And I ain't even poppin' E, homie, but the question is

What do you do when you're workin', come home
And I'm creepin' out the back door (creepin' out the back door)
Pants on the floor, and you're lookin' at her
Sayin', "Whatcha doin' that for?" (Whatcha doin' that for?)
What do you do when you're workin', come home
And I'm creepin' out the back door (creepin' out the back door)
Pants on the floor, and you're lookin' at her
Sayin', "Whatcha doin' that for?" (Whatcha doin' that for?)

So, how long you've been fuckin' with this nigga, baby?
No, no, no, just lay it to me straight, I could take it
You muddy fuck him, didn't you?
You let him muddy fuck you, didn't you?
He fucked my bitch in the ass, you muddy-fucker
How you gon' do this to me
You ain't shit, bitch
Now I know why it stink in here, I'm gone
I got my shit, I goin' out