Lyrics

she the type the girl, who never really seems like that/
walkin with a clean like swag/ college smarty/
but call me when she need that cat/
to give a lil bring that back/throw it on me/
in her phone im the comcast, man/
dropping bombs, like what outkast said/
we on the low, see the snapchat snaps/
but on the road, ima drive right pass/
see i dont really come for no problems/
but ima make her cum from the bottom/
see this tongue, make you long for asylum/
you wanna add your girls, then i got em/
when she in the mood, she gone go ahead and hit me up/
she feeling trapped in the crib, tryna live it up/
so ima lick her body down, keep it real abrupt/
from every feel and touch, im tryna build her trust/ its mine now/

she wet like the ocean/ thats whats up
hands on my body/ eyes are shut/
we just be fuckin/ no making love
well keep this creepin on the hush


lil mami keep it nice and clean/
take control and make a scene/
she push my body down, and grinded me round, exposed me from my jeans/
got my head on full alert, and she goes up on her knees/
and i know fa sho, that i might blow, she rose up to her feet/
said i better slow it down, got on top and rode the beat/
then she looked me in my eyes, and started kissin on my cheek/
feel like breaking all my cash, this to special to be free/
so lil shawty ima keep her, cuz you know i love to creep/

J Pickett Chorus
creepin on the low
talkin on the low
fucking on the low
keeping up fa sho
we be having a good time
no interruptions
can give 0 fucks about being on her on