Steve-O Creep - Don't Tell Me Your Name (feat. Aaliyah330)

Time for creep to
Pipe a bitch
Time for creep to
Cum right quick
Time for you and her
And her to get down
On your knees dumb bitch
I ain't trippin
Bout ya'll names
Toes is pretty ass insane
Tits is poppin like
These bottles
Bouta fuck ya'll til tomorrow
Half an hour
One tap out
Two more hours
Two tap out
Three more hours
She solo speakin tongues
With my demon dick
All in her guts
Buss so many nuts I'm Hallucinatin
She strokin suckin
Bitch be patient
Shots of whiskey
Adderall
She lick cocaine
Up off my balls
We can smoke
We can drink
Jus chill
We can vibe
We can fuck
Jus don't tell me
Your name
Da same ol nigga
Is the one
I leave him foe
And yeah I saw your
Message
I don't reply to nun
You hoes
It's the same
Ole shorties
Tryna slide up
Bein bold
I drop my addie
Get the
Wood and let it smoke
That's how I'm comin
Cussin grab
Up on a pole
Nigga caught me lyin
Heard his bro went and told
Hol up lemme stop
Cuz that topic
Gettin old
I copped another bag
Cuz my last bag sold
B, out the mix
Don't care
Watchu know
Trials and
Tribulation's and that shit was Never told
Mentally unstable cuz
My granny gettin old
Shake you when I shoot
Bitch these hollow tips
Cold
Be Writing all
These wrongs
But the shit was
Never wrote
Lames in my circle
And they plottin what
They know
Lookin for my gun
You can't see what I
Tote
Roll another wood cuz
That shit a make me
Float

Written by:
Brooklynn Logan, Steven Reese

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