Letras:
Creeps On Candy

through it (GO) Candy painted Porsche, The general recruiting ??????? Niggas want my fame (Go) Niggas want my cash (GO) Nas creeping up behind me in the ski mask Joe tryna creep

we don't leave [Chorus] On the road to riches and diamond rings Cause real niggas do real things Hanging wit the niggas is the song I sing Real niggas do real things On

baby. she said I was a creep And I'm oh so sad, oh so bad So sad, but it's true Baby, what can I do I got a '35 Chevy on a '55 frame Can't even

top Can't nobody even tell me I'm sippin when I lean Forgive me to my fans, I'm country till decease Pleaseee, I stay up on my creep so to come up Gatta

the air Ooo let me take you there [Chorus] 'Cause imma hit you like ooo Like you got your first freak Backseat of the jeep on a late night creep Like

alone could make ya groan and even give ya neck chills I call Paul hit up Juice and now we on the Jazzy T I got my heat in case they creep cuz that's

niggaz on tha streets ain't seen nothin like u. It was a red-head sunshine fresh from California, boys went 2 trippin' when I put tha candy on ya, still

it's hard to be Cause somethin bringin out the dog in me (It's like Candy) when I'm keepin my zone Chat on the phone, I lower my tone Steady plottin on

'cause witnesses we don't leave On the road to riches and diamond rings 'Cause real niggaz do real things Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On