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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 can't hide the
Imma slide through yo roof
Might pop a or two
Let them hate, we the deuce
Fuck that, we gettin'
Pussy sweeter some 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 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 when they knew that I was next
I just come up these hits and lay low, collect my checks
She fuck solid niggas
She don't be fuckin' with boys
I ran it up, that was my
She call me up when she pipe
My girl ain't with no toys
Watch my back, lurkin'
My girl better in person
And she still perfect
Dip and dash we swervin'
Oh me, oh my
Put my hand on thighs
If I come tonight
I'll you touch the sky
Don't need to my eye
Know I'm not playin'
You know just 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
that, we gettin' loose
Pussy than some juice
I slurp it like it's

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

2: Rich The Kid]
Hold my wrist up out the
Two bitches, spread roof
That pussy good, I'm you
You drippin', on you
She got real
real smarter
They into from Florida
You probably afford her
Bentley truck park the coupe
I'm living
Talk then I'm stuck with you
Now I'm in love you
pull 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 freak on the weekend, the
Blame on me no on you
you can't hide the truth
I might get a rari
But to flex on you

[Bridge: Lil
Blame on me, no on you
No you can't hide the
slide right through yo roof
Might pop a or two
Let hate, we chop the deuce
that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than juice
I slurp it like it's

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