Creeping歌詞

Creeping - Lil Skies/Rich The Kid
Written by：Rich The Kid/Lil Skies
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**k 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
Why you like to lie shawty you know you impressed
See you f**kin' 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**k with solid n**gas aye
She don't be f**kin' 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**gas 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
If I come through tonight
I'll make you touch the sky
Don't need to wink my eye
No I'm not even playin'
You know just 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**k 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
Hold my wrist up out the coupe two b**ches switch a roo
That pussy good I'm blamin' you you drippin' shame on you
She got real water water head real smarter head
They into b**ches 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**ches is bad they do the most
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**k 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
But tonight 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