Album Name

Creeping (Feat. Rich the Kid)

Artist

Lil Skies

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2018.03.30

Release Agency

워너뮤직

Creeping (Feat. 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
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
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 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
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
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 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
Think that bitch from Florida
you probably can't afford her
Bentley truck might park the coupe
I'm livin' comfortable
Told money then I'm stuck with you
no 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'
Turn to 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
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