Splurgeboys - Creeps

CHORUS

Late nights out in the cold
Up my fees put in that elbow grease
Whole mouth full up of gold
Feel that cold anytime i kiss my teeth
Whole gang out on patrol
Grow some nuts or start sucking on these
My sh*t out of control this so sold
This might give them the creeps

This might give them the creeps
This might give them the creeps
This might give them the creeps
This might give them the creeps

VERSE - ROCKET

Aint no regular creatures
Summon your preachers
Giving them jeepers creepers
Late nights out with the pack
Im at home with rats and the empty boxes of pizzas
Ain't no beaches still with b*tches
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 Gin
Man get burst seeing 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
It's cold outside so I gotta stay warm

CHORUS

Late nights out in the cold
Up my fees put in that elbow grease
Whole mouth full up of gold
Feel that cold anytime i kiss my teeth
Whole gang out on patrol
Grow some nuts or start sucking on these
My sh*t out of control this so sold
This might give them the creeps

This might give them the creeps
This might give them the creeps
This might give them the creeps
This might give them the creeps

VERSE - TEE

Swag swag man got that in the bag
Sauce man keep that in the tin
Drip drip man have got jar on jar
Don't worry there's way more in the fridge
Fresh man cant let off the lid
Flex that ting cant undid
Option man keep that in the cupboard
I buss it guarantee she gone love it
I might link my ting from Barking
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
Chopping down sh*t like a lumberjack in the box
I got the code man cracking the lock
Man here the bass when im out on the block
Cruising round London

CHORUS

Late nights out in the cold
Up my fees put in that elbow grease
Whole mouth full up of gold
Feel that cold anytime i kiss my teeth
Whole gang out on patrol
Grow some nuts or start sucking on these
My sh*t out of control this so sold
This might give them the creeps

This might give them the creeps
This might give them the creeps
This might give them the creeps
This might give them the creeps

Written by:
Tyler Fagan, Tyrone Fagan

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sentric Music

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