Creepin' (feat. 21 Savage) - Remix

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 playin' 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

Oh-oh, oh-oh, ooh-whoa

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

I think about it when I hold you

When lookin' in your eyes, I can't believe

And I don't need to know the truth

Baby, keep it to yourself

I don't wanna know (a yo, come on)

They ain't real, then 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 and make trillions

Damn, baby, you my curse and my crush

I'd 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

F- what they say we did, we just did it

I'm the DeLeón sipper, bad b- getter

With the top down, screamin' out, "Fuck them n-"

I don't wanna know

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? (Yeah)

If you're better off that way (better off that way)

There ain't more that I can say (more that I can say)

Just go on and do your thing and don't come back to me (come on)

Ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Whoa, whoa, whoa, 21 (yeah, 21)

Had me crushin', I was cuffin' like the precinct (come on)

How you go from housewife to a sneaky link? (Come on)

Got you riding 'round in all type of Benzes and Rovers (yeah)

Girl, you used to ride in the rinky dink (come on)

I'm the one put you in Eliantte (on God)

Fashion Nova model, I put you on the runway (on God)

You was rockin' Coach bags, got you Chane'-ne'

Side bitch in Frisco, I call her my Bay-bae (21)

I got a girl, but I still feel alone (on God)

If you playin' me that mean my home ain't home (on God)

Havin' nightmares of goin' through your phone (21)

Can't even record, you got me out my zone

I don't wanna know

If you're playin' 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 playin' 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)

If you creepin', just don't let me find out (on God)

Get a hotel, never bring 'em 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