Lyrics:
(Creased... creased... creased) Ooooh (Ooooh) Ooooh (Ooooh) Oooooh (Oooooh) My love increased (Creased... creased... creased) Ooooh (Ooooh) Ooooh (Ooooh) Ooooh
love increased (Creased... creased... creased) Ooooh (Ooooh) Ooooh (Ooooh) Oooooh (Oooooh) My love increased (Creased... creased... creased) Ooooh
stuck Right in my heart So let me go, I wanna go I wanna do I'll just tell you the truth I don't listen to you My love increased (...Creased, ...creased
pick up on my literature My shorty'll say fleek, you know Board of Health clean, dressed to the T, what that mean Hoppin' out the whip creased Hoppin'
And make my momma proud No silencer, we smoking loud How'd my raps get so profound It's time to find out I creased my shoes, I creased my AF1s yeah I creased
Don't show disrespect lil boy lil boy lil boy that'll get you creased Don't show disrespect lil boy lil boy lil boy that'll get you creased Don't
the truth I don't listen to you My love increased Ooooh, ooooh, oooooh My love increased Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh Fuck up, my dear Creased... creased... creased
I don't need no iron I'm already creased I don't need no money I got mouthpiece I don't need no iron I'm already creased I don't need no money I
I can't go to bed until I'm creased, creased Wake up in the morning, do the same thing Wait until it's evening and then repeat Need to get some air,
That bitch got my air force 1's creased, ah That bitch got my air force 1's creased, ah That bitch got my air force 1's creased, ah That bitch got my
Young bossed up and I'm sauced up I'm a creased up nigga throwin e's up My bitch got ass and a d cup Jockin on me man I know you see it Young bossed up
the green Designer my body Designer my feet Ride for the g Designer my jordans that I haven't creased All my songs just filled with the heat Designer so clean
[Chorus] All I need's cheddar cheese and a feast, I'm a beast From the North, but the East, where they laced, but they creased Some alive, some
All day long i stay creased n pressed All day I stay creased n pressed All day I rep the set All day Homie fuck the rest I stay blunted off the bomb
Well I found him in Pensacola In a trailer in the sand The man from the picture Creased and yellowed in my hand Creased and yellowed in my
dinner That's 'cause the world is as flat as some perfectly creased denim Perfectly creased denim, perfectly creased denim Feel like the youth is lost
Pensacola In a trailer in the sand The man from the picture Creased and yellowed in my hand Creased and yellowed in my hand He was squinting and stubbled
shine if you got diamonds in your grill Let your teeth shine and when we at the club We be creased down, you ain't never seen No playa like me, don't ball
a thug White T, jeans creased, and G’d up We be chillin’ VIP up in the club Come strapped, bitch ‘cause we don’t give a fuck We are not the same, nigga,
Dickies pants still creased with the uptown ones. Hol' up, yea yea 10451 You can catch me on Sheridan with the cornrows done Hol' up, aye 10451 Dickies
you won't hear a peep I know you see me shining I be smiling but aint nothin sweet Gotta keep that iron on me try me and I'll leave you creased And I'm
not too pushed on these scenes Too flushed and stuck to read these No easy peez or lucid dreams Just creased and creamed Some freaks and geeks And we
Creased J's on my feet cause im wreckless Only thing im running to is the checks bitch Im not waiting im not waiting im not next bitch Diamonds on my chest
Creased jeans and my sneakers Got my hoodie in the night time Wanna go fly time Airplane no line yeah Riding with the brights on Shawty hold my hand
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