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

[Bridge: Lil
on me, no shame on you
No you hide the truth
Imma slide right through yo
pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we the deuce
that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some
I slurp it like soup

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

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

Lil Skies]
Blame on me, no on you
No you can't the truth
Imma slide right yo roof
Might pop a or two
Let them hate, we the deuce
that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter some juice
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

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

[Bridge: Lil
on me, no shame on you
No you can't hide the
Imma slide right through yo
pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we the deuce
Fuck that, we loose
sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like soup

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