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Creeping
[Intro:] Blame on me no shame on you No shame on you, blame on me no Aye, aye [Lil Skies:] Blame on me, no shame on you No you can't hide the
truth Imma slide right through yo roof Might pop a
pill or two Let them hate, we chop the
deuce Fuck that, we getting loose Pussy sweeter than some juice I
slurp it like it's soup She a
naughty type on the
weekend Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creeping Baby go on offense, I'm playing defense You want top, I
swear that's the
perfect sequence Why you like to lie, shawty, you know you impressed See you fucking with me now cause I
bossed up and I
flex All they like to do is talk when they knew that I
was next I
just come up with these hits and lay low, collect my checks She fuck with solid niggas She don't be fucking with broke boys I
ran it up, that was my choice She call me up when she need pipe My girl ain't playing with no toys Watch my back, niggas lurking My girl look better in person And she still picture perfect Dip and dash when we swerving Oh me, oh my Put my hand on your thighs If I
come through tonight I'll make you touch the
sky Don't need to wink my eye Know I'm not even playing You know just what I'm saying Got you and all your cravings Blame on me, no shame on you No you can't hide the
truth Imma slide right through yo roof Might pop a
pill or two Let them hate, we chop the
deuce Fuck that, we getting loose Pussy sweeter than some juice I
slurp it like it's soup [Chorus: Lil Skies] She a
naughty type on the
weekend Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creeping Baby go on offense, I'm playing defense You want top, I
swear that's the
perfect sequence [Rich The
Kid:] Hold my wrist up out the
coupe Two bitches, spread your roof That pussy good, I'm blaming you You dripping, shame on you She got real water Head real smarter They into bitches from Florida You probably can't afford her Bentley truck might park the
coupe I'm living comfortable Talk money then I'm stuck with you Now I'm in love with you Plug pull up in the
UFO No small talk, I'm the
CEO My bitches is bad, they do the
most She way too foreign, straight off the
boat I
put her on top, she leaking, she leaking Touch you a
freak on the
weekend, the
weekend Blame on me no shame on you Girl you can't hide the
truth I
might get a
rari coupe But just to flex on you [Lil Skies:] Blame on me, no shame on you No you can't hide the
truth Imma slide right through yo roof Might pop a
pill or two Let them hate, we chop the
deuce Fuck that, we getting loose Pussy sweeter than some juice I
slurp it like it's soup She a
naughty type on the
weekend Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creeping Baby go on offense, I'm playing defense You want top, I
swear that's the
perfect sequence
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