Quiet on the Creek Lyrics – Saucy Santana

And I Used To Go Fishing When I Was A Little Girl
You Gotta Be Real Quiet On The Creek

Shh, Quiet On The Creek
Quiet On The Creek (You Gotta Be Quiet)
Shh, Shh, Quiet On The Creek
Real Quiet On The Creek

Shh (My Bad), Quiet On The Creek
Quiet On The Creek (Uh-Uh, Too Loud)
Shh, Shh, Quiet On The Creek (You Gotta Be Quiet)
Real Quiet On The Creek

He Had Dark Brown Eyes (Mm), Waves On Fleek
A Real Slick Mouth, But He Quiet On The Creek (Okay)
Tattoos, Six Feet, A Real Nice Physique (Mwah)
He Always Spend A Bag, But A Ni***a Barely Speak

He Like To Trick, He Like To Treat, I Heard He Was A Freak (Uh-Huh)
But When You Run Your Mouth That’s When A Ni***a Start To Tweak

Shh, Quiet On The Creek
Real Quiet On The Creek

You Gotta Be Calm, He Like His Hoes Neat (Okay)
He Like His Ho Sleek, Real Discreet, And Petite (Ow)
If You Don’t Say A Peep, You Get Chanel Every Week (Whew)
I Heard He A Cowboy, That Ni***a Ain’t Cheap (Haha)

He My Superman (Ow), Yeah, That’s My Little Baby
And He Trick Bigger Than Ni***a With WooLady
And Now He Got A Main, You Decide He Gotta Sneak
But You Can’t Get Shit ‘Cause You Ain’t Quiet On The Creek

Shh, Quiet On The Creek
Quiet On The Creek (You Gotta Be Quiet)
Shh, Shh, Quiet On The Creek
Real Quiet On The Creek

Shh (My Bad), Quiet On The Creek
Quiet On The Creek (Uh-Uh, Too Loud)
Shh, Shh, Quiet On The Creek (You Gotta Be Quiet)
Real Quiet On The Creek

You Know I Got A Man, Why You Tryna Make Me Cheat? (What?)
I Hear Them Saxophones, It’s Getting Loud On The Creek
I’m Tryna TLC “Creep,” But You Fuckin’ Up The Flow (True)
And If I’m Finna Leave That Ni***a, Then You Gotta Up The Score

You Gotta Spend A Lil’ Mo’, Talkin’ Fifties, Hundreds Cash
Baby, Start Me In Chanel, Not No Kurgalurga Bag
I Want My Trade, So We Quiet On The Creek
He Got A Baby Mama, But His Kids On My Cheek (Hush)

See You Gotta Understand We Gotta Share That Man (Uh-Huh)
‘Cause When He On The Creek, He Got A Different Game Plan
I Ain’t Tellin’ You It’s Business, Can’t Be Fuckin’ Up My Digits (Naw, Naw)
And If He Tell Me Hush, I Be Quiet With A Quickness

He Said I Do It Well, Ain’t Nothin’ To Critique (Mmm)
I Keep That Ni***a Cummin’, I Got Him At His Peak (Oh)
That’s My Lil’ Yeah, Keep My Hair And My Nails Fleek
And I Can Get What I Want ‘Cause I Be Quiet On The Creek (Hush)

Shh, Quiet On The Creek
Quiet On The Creek (Tre Trax, I Think We Got One, Haha)
Shh, Shh, Quiet On The Creek
Real Quiet On The Creek

Shh (My Bad), Quiet On The Creek
Quiet On The Creek (Uh-Uh, Too Loud)
Shh, Shh, Quiet On The Creek (You Gotta Be Quiet)
Real Quiet On The Creek