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Lil Skies – Creeping Lyrics (ft. Rich The Kid)

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Lil Skies Creeping Lyrics ft Rich The Kid

[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
F–k that, we getting loose
P—y sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like it’s soup

 

 

[Hook/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

[Verse 1 – Lil Skies]
Why you like to lie, shawty, you know you impressed
See you f—–g 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—-s
She don’t be f—–g 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, n—-s 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

[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
F–k that, we getting loose
P—y sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like it’s soup

[Hook/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

[Verse 2 – Rich The Kid]
Hold my wrist up out the coupe
Two b—–s, spread your roof
That p—y good, I’m blaming you
You dripping, shame on you
She got real water
Head real smarter
They into b—–s 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 b—–s 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
F–k that, we getting loose
P—y sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like it’s soup

[Hook/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

Lil Skies Creeping Lyrics ft Rich The Kid

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