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Versuri Lil Skies – Creeping ft. Rich The Kid Lyrics

Creeping versuri

Blame on me no shame on you
No shame on you blame on me no
Ayy ayy

Blame on me no shame on you (on you)
No you can’t hide the truth
I’ma slide right through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
F*ck that we gettin’ loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like it’s soup
Ayy she a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night she gon’ let me start to creep in
Baby goin’ offense I’m playin’ defense
You on top I swear that’s the perfect sequence ooh

Why you like to lie shawty you know you impressed
See you f*ckin’ 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 f*ck with solid n*ggas (aye)
She don’t be f*ckin’ with broke boys I ran it up that was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe my girl ain’t playin’ with no toys
Watch my back n*ggas lurkin’ my girl look better in person
And she still picture perfect dip and dash when we swervin’
Oh me oh my (oh my)
Put my hand on your thighs (your thighs)
If I come through tonight (tonight)
I’ll make you touch the sky (the sky)
Don’t need to wink my eye (my eye)
No I’m not even playin’ (I’m not playin’)
You know just what I’m sayin’ (what I’m sayin’)
Got you and all you cravings

Blame on me no shame on you (on you)
No you can’t hide the truth
I’ma slide right through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
F*ck that we gettin’ loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like it’s soup
Ayy she a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night she gon’ let me start to creep in
Baby goin’ offense I’m playin’ defense
You on top I swear that’s the perfect sequence ooh

Hold my wrist up out the coupe two b*tches switch-a-roo
That pussy good I’m blamin’ you you drippin’ shame on you
She got real water (water) head real smarter (head)
Think that b*tch from Florida you probably can’t afford her
Bentley truck might park the coupe I’m livin’ 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 b*tches is bad they do the most versuri.us
She way too foreign straight off the boat
I put her on top she leakin’ she leakin’
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

Blame on me no shame on you (on you)
No you can’t hide the truth
I’ma slide right through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
F*ck that we gettin’ loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like it’s soup
Ayy she a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night she gon’ let me start to creep in
Baby goin’ offense I’m playin’ defense
You on top I swear that’s the perfect sequence ooh

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