Lil Skies feat. Rich The Kid – Creeping (Official Video)

Lyrics to “Creeping” performed by Lil Skies feat. Rich The Kid

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
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like it’s soup

Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend
But tonight 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 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*ck with solid n*ggas

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, 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
No, I’m not even playin’
You know just what I’m sayin’
Got you and all you cravings

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
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like it’s soup

Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend
But tonight 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 b*tches spread your roof
That pussy good, I’m blamin’ you, you drippin’, shame on you
She got real water, head real smarter

They into b*tches from Florida, you probably can’t afford her
Bentley truck might park the coupe, I’m livin’ 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*tches is bad, they do the most

She way too foreign, straight off the boat
I put her on top, she leakin’, she leakin’
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
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
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like it’s soup

Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend
But tonight 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…

➤ Produced by Menoh Beats
Lil Skies & Rich The Kid 2018