Creek Boy Lyrics by Prof is the latest English song. Creek Boy song lyrics are written by Prof while the song is also produced by Prof.
Creek Boy Song Details:
| Song: | Creek Boy |
| Singer: | Prof |
| Produced by: | Prof |
| Lyrics: | Prof |
Creek Boy Lyrics
If I put my mind to it lil’ buddy you know I’ma do it all the way
Roaches hate, I’m makin’ moves, I listen ’bout as much as I can tolerate
From here on out we cuttin’ out the people who don’t contribute to winning
Raise your glass to everybody who was here from the fuckin’ beginning
Yeah
You talkin’ ’bout toast, I’m talkin’ ’bout bread
You talkin’ ’bout gross, I’m talkin’ ’bout net
You hold the false hopes, folks is overdressed
Folks is so possessed over clothes and hopeless sex… hmm
You actin’ funny, flashing money, dog you rackin’ up clout
I got cards, look at ’em charge, look at ’em rackin’ up miles
Look at a pack and a house, all the way down to the south
I got a house, I got it all figured out, none of you goofies allowed
I’ma live like a cannon off safety
I’m on a win streak baby you gone hate me
You gone hear me coming all the way
I been thinking little differently lately
I’ma tell you the truth and they gone say things
But you gone hear me coming either way
If I put my mind to it lil’ buddy you know I’ma do it all the way
Roaches hate, I’m makin’ moves, I listen ’bout as much as I can tolerate
From here on out we cuttin’ out the people who don’t contribute to winning
Raise your glass to everybody who was here from the fuckin’ beginnin
Yeah
My crew filled with hustlers, you could ask them
Hardworking, intelligent black men
I got lawyers, I got offices plural
I’m an employer, I copped a brand new whip and I’ma enjoy her, Bruv
I’m moving with exuberance, fuck the game, pass the military-grade lubricant
Who’d admit from all the haters that they really mad bro?
Rappers super Michael Jackson bad, no dad jokes
I seen big homies, turn to jealous homies, turn to little homies
I know the deal, you a hater, just be real homie
Hold your breath, clench your fists ’till your hands hurt
Careful all that jealousy might turn to Kanser
I imagine you somewhere in a camper
Cryin’ like, why my prayers unanswered?
That’s life dog, ain’t that about a bitch
Psst, let me tell you something, I won, I’m rich
I’ma live like a cannon off safety
I’m on a win streak baby you gone hate me
You gone hear me coming all the way
I been thinking little differently lately
I’ma tell you the truth and they gone say things
But you gone hear me coming either way
If I put my mind to it lil’ buddy you know I’ma do it all the way
Roaches hate, I’m makin’ moves, I listen ’bout as much as I can tolerate
From here on out we cuttin’ out the people who don’t contribute to winning
Raise your glass to everybody who was here from the fuckin’ beginning
Yeah
Hey yo, yo
Hey, hey, hey
Look, 99% of everybody I came across in this fuckin’ business didn’t think what I’ve achieved right now was possible
You dumb fucks
And I don’t wanna’ seem hateful or spiteful, ’cause you know what I’m saying I’m actually
Kinda happy right now in my life and a sore winner is the worst right?
You know what I mean?
But I got a long list of mother fuckers that can suck my dick