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letra de creeping (remix) - lil skies & moistrus

[intro]
blame on me, no, shame on you
no shame on you
blame on me, no, aye, aye

[verse]
blame on me, no, shame on you
no, you can’t hide the truth
i’ma slide right through your roof
might pop a pill or two
let them hate, we chuck the deuce
f-ck that, we gettin’ loose
p-ssy sweeter than some juice
i slurp it like it’s soup
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 f-ckin’ with me now ’cause i bossed up, and i flex
all they liked to do was talk, when i knew that i was next
i just come up with these hits and lay low, collect my checks
she f-ck with solid- ayy
she don’t be f-ckin’ 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-ggas lurkin’, my girl look better in person
and she still picture perfect, ooh, dip and dash when we swervin’
[build]
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
no, i’m not even playin’
you know just what i’m sayin’
got you and all your cravings

huh-
[drop]
rah..

you know just what i’m sayin’
got you and all your cravings

[pre-verse]
blame on me, no, shame on you
no shame on you
blame on me, no, aye, aye

[verse]
hold my wrist up out the coupe, two b-tches switch-a-roo
that p-ssy good, i’m blamin’ you, you drippin’, shame on you
she got real water, head real smarter
think that b-tch 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 b-tches is bad, they do the most
she way too foreign, straight off the boat
[build]
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

(ah, f-ck)

[drop]
yes-
oh me, oh my
you know just what i’m sayin’
got you and all your cravings

[outro]
(you know just what i’m sayin’)

(got you and all your cravings)

- lil skies moistrus

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