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Creepin'
Metro Boomin & Weeknd
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Yeah, thought you'd never leave me
(Just can't believe this man)
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Bad Boy
Somebody said they saw you
The person you were kissing wasn't me
And I would never ask you
I just kept it to myself
I don't wanna know
If you're playing me, keep it on the low
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if you're creepin', please don't let it show
Oh, baby, I don't wanna know
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I think about it when I hold you
When looking in your eyes, I can't believe
And I don't need to know the truth
But baby keep it to yourself
I don't wanna know
Ayo, come on
They ain't real and they ain't Puff
Ain't a place in this world that my feet ain't touch
I got visions that cost millions and make billions
Baby girl, we can make love or make trillions
Damn, baby, you my curse and my crush
I walk to the ends of the earth for your touch
Ride for you, cry for you, die for you
Never gon' say goodbye to you
Never lie to you, life ain't perfect, we just live it
Fuck what they say we did, we just did it
I'm the DeLeรณn sipper, bad bitch getter
With the top down screamin' out, "Fuck them niggas" (I don't wanna know)
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Did he touch you better than me? (Touch you better than me?)
Did he watch you fall asleep? (Watch you fall asleep?)
Did you show him all those things that you used to do to me?
If you're better off that way (better off that way)
Baby, all that I can say (all that I can say)
If you're gonna do your thing, then don't come back to me
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, (yeah, 21), 21
Had me crushing, I was cuffing like the precinct (come on)
How you go from housewife to a sneaky link? (Come on)
Got your ridin' round in all types of Benzes and Rovers
Girl, you used to ride in a rinky dink (come on)
I'm the one put you in the Eliantte (on God)
Fashion Nova model, I put you on the runway (on God)
You was rocking Coach bags, got you Chane'-ne'
Side bitch in 'Frisco, I call her my bae bae (21)
I got a girl but I still feel alone (on God)
If you playing me that mean my home ain't home (on God)
Having nightmares of going through your phone (21)
Can't even record, you got me out my zone
I don't wanna know
If you're playing me, keep it on the low
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if you're creepin', please don't let it show
Oh, baby, I don't wanna know
If you're playing me, keep it on the low (Metro Boomin)
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore (21)
And if you're creepin', please don't let it show (The Weeknd)
Oh, baby, I don't wanna know (Bad Boy)
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If you creepin' just don't let me find out (on God)
Get a hotel, never bring him to the house (on God) (let's go)
If you're better off that way
Baby, all that I can say
If you're gonna do your thing, then don't come back to me
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