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Blame on me no on you
No shame on you, on me no
Aye, aye

Lil Skies]
Blame on me, no on you
No you hide the truth
Imma slide right yo roof
pop a pill or two
Let hate, we chop the deuce
that, we gettin' loose
Pussy than some juice
I slurp it it's soup

Lil Skies]
She a naughty on the weekend
Perfect night, she gon' let me to creepin'
Baby go on offense, I'm playin'
You top, I swear that's the perfect sequence

[Verse 1: Lil
Why you like to lie, shawty, you you impressed
See you fuckin' me now cause I bossed up and I flex
All they like to do is talk when they knew I was next
I just come up with hits and lay low, collect my checks
She fuck solid niggas
She don't be fuckin' with broke
I ran it up, was my choice
She me up when she need pipe
My girl ain't playing with no
my back, niggas lurkin'
My girl look better in
And she picture perfect
Dip and dash we swervin'
Oh me, oh my
Put my on your thighs
If I come through
I'll you touch the sky
Don't need to my eye
I'm not even playin'
You know what I'm sayin'
Got you and all cravings

Lil Skies]
Blame on me, no on you
No you can't hide the
Imma right through yo roof
Might pop a or two
Let them hate, we chop the
Fuck that, we gettin'
sweeter than some juice
I it like it's soup

Lil Skies]
She a naughty on the weekend
Perfect night, she let me start to creepin'
Baby go on offense, I'm playin'
You want top, I swear that's the sequence

[Verse 2: The Kid]
Hold my up out the coupe
Two bitches, your roof
pussy good, I'm blamin' you
You drippin', on you
She got water
Head smarter
into bitches from Florida
You probably can't her
Bentley might park the coupe
I'm living
Talk money then I'm with you
Now I'm in with you
Plug up in the UFO
No talk, I'm the CEO
My is bad, they do the most
She way too foreign, straight off the
I put her on top, she leaking, she
Touch you a on the weekend, the weekend
Blame on me no on you
Girl you hide the truth
I get a rari coupe
But to flex on you

[Bridge: Lil
Blame on me, no on you
No you can't the truth
Imma slide through yo roof
pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we the deuce
that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some
I slurp it like it's

Lil Skies]
She a naughty type on the
Perfect night, she let me start to creepin'
go on offense, I'm playin' defense
You want top, I swear that's the sequence