Luyện nghe bài hát Creeping

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

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

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

Why you to lie, shawty, you know you impressed
See you fuckin' me now 'cause I bossed up and I flex
All they like to do is talk when they knew I was next
I just come up with hits and lay low, collect my checks
She fuck solid niggas (aye)
She don't be fuckin' broke boys, I ran it up, that was my choice
She call me up 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 hand on thighs (your thighs)
If I through tonight (tonight)
I'll you touch the sky (the sky)
Don't need to my eye (my eye)
No, I'm not even (I'm not playin')
You just what I'm sayin' (what I'm sayin')
Got you and all you

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

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

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

Blame on me, no, on you (on you)
No, you hide the truth
I'ma slide right through roof (your roof)
Might pop a or two
Let them hate, we the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we gettin'
Pussy sweeter some juice (some juice)
I it like it's soup

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