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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 can't the truth
Imma right through yo roof
Might pop a or two
Let them hate, we the deuce
that, we gettin' loose
Pussy than some juice
I slurp it like it's

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

[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 like to do is when they knew that I was next
I just come up with these hits and lay low, my checks
She fuck with niggas
She don't be fuckin' with boys
I ran it up, that was my
She call me up when she need
My girl ain't with no toys
Watch my back, lurkin'
My girl better in person
And she picture perfect
Dip and when we swervin'
Oh me, oh my
Put my on your thighs
If I come through
I'll you touch the sky
need to wink my eye
Know I'm not playin'
You just 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 through yo roof
pop a pill or two
Let hate, we chop the deuce
that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some
I slurp it like soup

[Chorus: Lil
She a type on the weekend
Perfect night, she gon' let me to creepin'
Baby go on offense, I'm playin'
You want top, I swear the perfect sequence

2: Rich The Kid]
Hold my up out the coupe
Two bitches, your roof
That good, I'm blamin' you
You drippin', on you
She got water
Head smarter
They 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
pull up in the UFO
No talk, I'm the CEO
My bitches is bad, 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
on me no shame on you
Girl you hide the truth
I might get a rari
But just to on you

Lil Skies]
Blame on me, no on you
No you hide the truth
Imma slide right through yo
Might pop a or two
Let them hate, we chop the
Fuck that, we gettin'
Pussy sweeter than juice
I it like it's soup

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