Creeping Lyrics - Lil Skies

Blame on me, no shame on you 

No shame on you, blame on me no 

Aye aye 

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) 

Fuck 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, ooh 

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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 (aye) 

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 playin' 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 (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 

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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) 

Fuck 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, ooh 

Hold my wrist up out the coupe, two bitches 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 bitches 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 bitches 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) 

Fuck 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, ooh