Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Creeping, artist - Lil Skies. Date of issue: 22.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Creeping |
| Blame on me no shame on you |
| No shame on you, blame on me no |
| Aye, aye |
| 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 |
| Fuck that, we gettin' loose |
| Pussy 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 creepin' |
| Baby go on offense, I’m playin' defense |
| You want top, I swear that’s the perfect sequence |
| 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 |
| 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 playing 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 |
| 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 playin' |
| You know just what I’m sayin' |
| Got you and all your cravings |
| 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 |
| Fuck that, we gettin' loose |
| Pussy 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 creepin' |
| Baby go on offense, I’m playin' defense |
| You want top, I swear that’s the perfect sequence |
| Hold my wrist up out the coupe |
| Two bitches, spread your roof |
| That pussy good, I’m blamin' you |
| You drippin', shame on you |
| She got real water |
| Head real smarter |
| They into bitches 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 bitches 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 |
| 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 |
| Fuck that, we gettin' loose |
| Pussy 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 creepin' |
| Baby go on offense, I’m playin' defense |
| You want top, I swear that’s the perfect sequence |