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

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

[Chorus: Lil
She a naughty type on the
Perfect night, she let me start 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' with me now I bossed up and I flex
All they to do is talk when they knew that I was next
I just up with these 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 call me up when she pipe
My girl ain't playing no toys
my back, niggas lurkin'
My girl look in person
And she still picture
Dip and when we swervin'
Oh me, oh my
Put my on your thighs
If I through tonight
I'll make you the sky
need to wink my eye
Know I'm not even
You know what I'm sayin'
Got you and all cravings

Lil Skies]
Blame on me, no on you
No you can't the truth
Imma slide right yo roof
pop a pill or two
Let hate, we chop the deuce
that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some
I slurp it it's soup

Lil Skies]
She a naughty on the weekend
Perfect night, she gon' let me start to
go on offense, I'm playin' defense
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 real
into bitches from Florida
You can't afford her
Bentley might park the coupe
I'm living
Talk money I'm stuck with 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 coupe
But to flex on you

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 the deuce
Fuck that, we loose
Pussy sweeter than juice
I slurp it like soup

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