Luyện nghe bài hát Creeping

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

Blame on me, no, on you (on you)
No, you can't hide the
I'ma slide right through your (your roof)
pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we gettin'
Pussy sweeter some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like soup

Ayy, she a naughty on the weekend
But tonight she let me start to creep in
Baby goin' offense, I'm defense
You on top, I that's the perfect sequence, ooh

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 talk when they that I was next
I just up with these hits and lay low, collect my checks
She fuck with niggas (aye)
She don't be with broke boys, I ran it up, that was my choice
She me up when she need pipe, my girl ain't playin' with no toys
Watch my back, niggas lurkin', my girl better in person
And she still picture perfect, dip and when we swervin'
Oh me, oh my (oh my)
Put my on your thighs (your thighs)
If I come tonight (tonight)
I'll make you the sky (the sky)
need to wink my eye (my eye)
No, I'm not playin' (I'm not playin')
You know just I'm sayin' (what I'm sayin')
Got you and all you

Blame on me, no, on you (on you)
No, you can't the truth
I'ma right through your roof (your roof)
pop a pill or two
Let hate, we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we gettin'
Pussy sweeter some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like soup

Ayy, she a naughty on the weekend
But tonight she gon' let me to creep in
Baby goin' offense, I'm playin'
You on top, I that's the perfect sequence, ooh

my wrist up out the coupe, two bitches switch-a-roo
That pussy good, I'm blamin' you, you drippin', on you
She got water (water), head real smarter (head)
They into bitches from Florida, you can't afford her
truck might park the coupe, I'm livin' comfortable
Talk money then I'm stuck with you, now I'm in love you
pull up in the UFO, no small talk, I'm the CEO
My bitches is bad, they do the
She way too foreign, straight off the
I put her on top, she leakin', she
Touch you a on the weekend, the weekend
Blame on me, no on you, girl you can't hide the truth
I might get a coupe, but just to flex on you

on me, no, shame on you (on you)
No, you can't hide the
I'ma slide through your roof (your roof)
pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we the deuce (the deuce)
that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some (some juice)
I slurp it like it's

Ayy, she a naughty type on the
But she gon' let me start to creep in
Baby goin' offense, I'm defense
You on top, I that's the perfect sequence, ooh