Creepin Lyrics - Lil Skies

[Intro] 

Blame on me no shame on you 

No shame on you, blame on me no 

Aye, aye 

[Bridge: 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 gettin' 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 creepin' 

Baby go on offense, I'm playin' defense 

You want top, I swear that's the perfect sequence 

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[Verse 1: Lil Skies] 

Why you like to lie, shawty, you know you impressed 

See you fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 lurkin' 

My girl look better in person 

And she still picture perfect 

Dip and dash when we swervin' 

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 playin' 

You know just what I'm sayin' 

Got you and all your cravings 

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[Bridge: 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 gettin' 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 creepin' 

Baby go on offense, I'm playin' defense 

You want top, I swear that's the perfect sequence 

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid] 

Hold my wrist up out the coupe 

Two bitches, spread your roof 

That pussy good, I'm blamin' you 

You drippin', 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 

[Bridge: 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 gettin' 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 creepin' 

Baby go on offense, I'm playin' defense 

You want top, I swear that's the perfect sequence