Creez

Lyrics

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign] I'm goin' I'm goin' Back Yeah [Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] Dub full of kush, cup full of drink Hoes in the lobby, they wanna party My ex girl in here She say, "Come here" Act like I didn't hear There's some hoes up in here L.A. girls, all of them bad She say she got a man But she do it for the bands She say, "Sexual harassment", I started laughing No, how I know you ratchet In the club with yo' glasses [Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Let me squeeze on that booty like a ruger We need no bodyguard, girl, I'm a shoota I took his main bitch just like King Koopa I told her, "Move, bitch, get out the way" like Luda [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] I put my creez on her, woah I walked in and put my creez on her, woah, yeah I put it on her, put it on her, put in on her Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her [Verse 2: B.o.B.] What you gonna do without that D? I'll give you all that O How you gon' act with all this creez? What you call that, ho? Tell yo' main girl, better fall back though She wanna get hit like a contact sport Pull up to the scene in a all black ghost It's the type of night that you come back for She know what she doin', she stretchin' right She don't use parental discretion like I'm gonna squeeze on that booty forever 'Cause forever is usually better But forever is usually never 'Cause I ain't fuckin with that bitch She says she got a man but that really don't mean shit [Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Let me squeeze on that booty like a ruger We need no bodyguard, girl, I'm a shoota I took his main bitch just like King Koopa I told her, "Move, bitch, get out the way" like Luda [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kid Ink] I put my creez on her, woah I walked in and put my creez on her, woah, yeah I put it on her, put it on her, put in on her Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her (Yeah) [Verse 3: Kid Ink] They say you don't know what you got un—, 'til it's gone Take yo' main chick and make her my side dish like corn (Yah) Check my rap sheet Pussy, assault, and battery's all I know That headboard go bang, bang Pull up and let them shots go (Go) Squeeze on it If I hit her with that D I put them Z's on her (Yah) God bless yo' body like I sneeze on it (Damn) Everything just my type Ain't tryna recycle no lines but don't waste no mo time [Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kid Ink] Let me squeeze on that booty like a ruger (Yeah) We need no bodyguard, girl, I'm a shoota I took his main bitch just like King Koopa I told her, "Move, bitch, get out the way" like Luda [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] I put my creez on her, woah I walked in and put my creez on her, woah, yeah I put it on her, put it on her, put in on her Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her Put it on her, put it on her, put in on her