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Lil Skies

"Creeping (Remix)"

[Chorus]
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
pus*y sweeter than 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

[Verse 1]
Why you like to lie shorty, you know I'm up next
Got no cash at the minute but soon I'll be countin cheques
Got no diamonds on my wrist but you know that I still flex
I be whippin' up some breakfast got the bacon and the eggs
Yeah I do this sh*t alone there's no stopping me
I ain't takin all these pills there's no poppin' E's
They say Lil Cull got those bangers yeah I'm droppin' these
Playin' Pokemon I'm not Japanese

[Bridge]
Just got back from Berlin
Lil Cull head be hurtin'
Got in the whip I'm swervin'
Yeah, go to school and I'm learnin'

[Chorus]
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
pus*y sweeter than 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

[Verse 2]
Hold my wrist I'm punchin' through
Yeah b*tch I'm punchin' you
She on top she like my moves
She like just how I do
Lil Cull how you get that groove
Yeah b*tch I'm dancing too
Eat that sh*t I like my fruit
Slurp that b*tch like soup
I ain't poppin' all those xans
Rockin' checkered pants
Slippin' on my dirty Van's
Yeah you owe me bands
Do a f*cking handstand
You know I'm the man
Rockin' in the bandstand
You don't got no chance
Shoes on my feet untie em too
Through a double loop
Brand new whip don't crash the coupe
Don't crash the coupe
DM's b*tch I'm slidin' through
Yeah I'm ridin' through
Check my face I'm smilin' too
Smilin' too

[Chorus]
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
pus*y sweeter than 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

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