Luyện nghe bài hát Creeping

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

Blame on me, no, on you (on you)
No, you hide the truth
slide right through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a or two
Let them hate, we chuck the (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
goin' offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I that's the perfect 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 to do is talk when they knew that I was next
I just come up with these hits and lay low, my checks
She with solid niggas (aye)
She don't be fuckin' with broke boys, I ran it up, that was my
She call me up when she need pipe, my girl ain't playin' no toys
Watch my back, niggas lurkin', my girl look better in
And she picture perfect, dip and dash when we swervin'
Oh me, oh my (oh my)
Put my on your thighs (your thighs)
If I come through (tonight)
I'll you touch the sky (the sky)
Don't 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
slide right through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a or two
Let hate, we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some (some juice)
I it like it's soup

Ayy, she a naughty type on the
But she gon' let me start to creep in
goin' offense, I'm playin' defense
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 you, you drippin', shame on you
She got real water (water), head real (head)
They into from Florida, you probably can't afford her
Bentley truck might park the coupe, I'm livin'
Talk money I'm stuck with you, now I'm in love with you
Plug up in the UFO, no small 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 leakin', she
you a freak on the weekend, the weekend
Blame on me, no shame on you, girl you hide the truth
I might get a 'Rari coupe, but to flex on you

on me, no, shame on you (on you)
No, you hide the truth
I'ma slide right through your (your roof)
Might pop a or two
Let them hate, we the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we loose
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 offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I that's the perfect sequence, ooh