Creeping
lil skies Lyrics
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No shame on you, blame on me no
Aye, aye
Blame on me, no shame on you, no, you can't hide the truth
I'ma slide right through your roof, might pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chuck the deuce, fuck that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice, I slurp it like it's soup
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creepin'
Baby go on offense, I'm playin' defense
You want top, I swear that's the perfect sequence
Why you like to lie, shawty, you know you impressed
See you fuckin' with me now 'cause I bossed up and I flex
All they like to do is talk, when they knew that I was next
I just come up with these hits and lay low, collect my checks
She fuck with solid niggas (aye)
She don't be fuckin' with broke boys, I ran it up, that was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe, my girl ain't playin' with no toys
Watch my back, niggas lurkin', my girl look better in person
And she still picture perfect, dip and dash when we swervin'
Oh me, oh my, put my hand on your thighs
If I come through tonight, I'll make you touch the sky
Don't need to wink my eye, know I'm not even playin'
You know just what I'm sayin', got you and all your cravin'
Blame on me, no shame on you, no, you can't hide the truth
I'ma slide right through your roof, might pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chuck the deuce, fuck that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice, I slurp it like it's soup
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creepin'
Baby go on offense, I'm playin' defense
You want top, I swear that's the perfect sequence
Hold my wrist up out the coupe, two bitches, spread your roof
That pussy good, I'm blamin' you, you drippin', shame on you
She got real water (water), head real smarter (smarter)
They into bitches from Florida, you probably can't afford her
Bentley truck, might park the coupe, I'm livin' comfortable
Talk money then I'm stuck with you, now I'm in love with you
Plug pull up in the UFO, no small talk, I'm the CEO
My bitches is bad, they do the most
She way too foreign, straight off the boat
I put her on top, she leakin', she leakin'
Touch you a freak on the weekend, the weekend
Blame on me, no shame on you, girl you can't hide the truth
I might get a 'Rari coupe, but just to flex on you
Blame on me, no shame on you, no, you can't hide the truth
I'ma slide right through your roof, might pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chuck the deuce, fuck that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice, I slurp it like it's soup
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creepin'
Baby go on offense, I'm playin' defense
You want top, I swear that's the perfect sequence
In the lyrics of Lil Skies's song "Creeping," the rapper talks about his experiences with a woman who is willing to do anything for him. He begins by saying that he should take the blame for their actions and that there is no shame on the part of the woman he is with. Lil Skies then discusses how he is able to slip into her life unnoticed and take advantage of her offerings without hesitancy. He mentions that he may pop a pill or two, but that does not stop him from engaging in reckless behavior with the woman he is with. Lil Skies also notes that the woman he is with is a "naughty type on the weekend" and that she allows him to start creeping around with her.
Throughout the song, Lil Skies asserts his dominance over the woman he is with, saying that she is willing to do anything for him. He also notes that he is not afraid to call her out on her lies, and that she only began to take notice of him after he became successful. Lil Skies mentions the jealousy of other people around them, but he chooses to focus on his relationship with this woman and the fun they are having, regardless of the opinions of others.
One interpretation of these lyrics is that Lil Skies is engaging in a toxic and potentially abusive relationship with the woman in question. He asserts his dominance and control over her while also engaging in dangerous behavior. The song glamorizes these actions, which could be seen as problematic by some listeners.
Line by Line Meaning
Blame on me, no shame on you
I take the responsibility for the situation, you don't have to feel guilty
no shame on you, blame on me no
You did nothing wrong, I'm the one at fault
I'ma slide right through your roof, might pop a pill or two
I'll come over to your place unnoticed and might take some drugs
Let them hate, we chuck the deuce, fuck that, we gettin' loose
We don't care about what others think, we're just partying and having fun
Pussy sweeter than some juice, I slurp it like it's soup
I enjoy going down on you, your vagina is irresistible
She a naughty type on the weekend
She's more adventurous and wild during the weekends
Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creepin'
It's the perfect time for me to sneak around and have some fun with her
Baby go on offense, I'm playin' defense
You take control and initiate, I'll respond and react
Why you like to lie, shawty, you know you impressed
You don't have to pretend or lie, I know you're attracted to me
See you fuckin' with me now 'cause I bossed up and I flex
You're more interested in me now because I'm successful and confident
I'm just come up with these hits and lay low, collect my checks
I focus on creating music, staying low-profile and making money
She a bad lil' bitch (aye)
She's a sexy and desirable woman
She don't be fuckin' with broke boys, I ran it up, that was my choice
She doesn't date poor guys, I worked hard and made my own fortune
Watch my back, niggas lurkin', my girl look better in person
I have to be careful, there might be enemies around, and my girlfriend is more attractive in real life than in photos
Hold my wrist up out the coupe, two bitches, spread your roof
I show off my expensive car and bring two girls along for a ride
That pussy good, I'm blamin' you, you drippin', shame on you
Your vagina is amazing, it's your fault that I'm aroused, you're wet and horny
Bentley truck, might park the coupe, I'm livin' comfortable
I can afford luxury cars and enjoy my wealth and comfort
Talk money then I'm stuck with you, now I'm in love with you
If you're rich and successful too, I'll be attracted to you and might fall in love
My bitches is bad, they do the most
The girls I hang out with are hot, crazy and wild
I put her on top, she leakin', she leakin'
I make her feel good and orgasm, she's wet and dripping
Blame on me, no shame on you, girl you can't hide the truth
I'll take the blame, you don't have to feel guilty, you can't deny your feelings
I might get a 'Rari coupe, but just to flex on you
I might buy a Ferrari just to show off and impress you
Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Kimetrius Foose, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Amin Elamin
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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Blame on me, no shame on you
No shame on you, blame on me no
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus: Lil Skies]
Blame on me, no, shame on you (on you)
No, you can't hide the truth
I'ma slide right through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like it's soup
[Post-Chorus: Lil Skies]
Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend
But tonight she gon' let me start to creep in
Baby goin' offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I swear that's the perfect sequence, ooh
[Verse 1: Lil Skies]
Why you like to lie, shawty, you know you impressed
See you fuckin' with me now 'cause I bossed up and I flex
All they like to do is talk when they knew that I was next
I just come up with these hits and lay low, collect my checks
She fuck with solid niggas (aye)
She don't be fuckin' with broke boys, I ran it up, that was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe, my girl ain't playin' with no toys
Watch my back, niggas lurkin', my girl look better in person
And she still picture perfect, dip and dash when we swervin'
Oh me, oh my (oh my)
Put my hand on your thighs (your thighs)
If I come through tonight (tonight)
I'll make you touch the sky (the sky)
Don't need to wink my eye (my eye)
No, I'm not even playin' (I'm not playin')
You know just what I'm sayin' (what I'm sayin')
Got you and all you cravings
[Chorus: Lil Skies]
Blame on me, no, shame on you (on you)
No, you can't hide the truth
I'ma slide right through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like it's soup
[Post-Chorus: Lil Skies]
Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend
But tonight she gon' let me start to creep in
Baby goin' offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I swear that's the perfect sequence, ooh
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Hold my wrist up out the coupe, two bitches spread your roof
That pussy good, I'm blamin' you, you drippin', shame on you
She got real water (water), head real smarter (smarter)
They into bitches from Florida, you probably can't afford her
Bentley truck might park the coupe, I'm livin' comfortable
Talk money then I'm stuck with you, now I'm in love with you
Plug pull up in the UFO, no small talk, I'm the CEO
My bitches is bad, they do the most
She way too foreign, straight off the boat
I put her on top, she leakin', she leakin'
Touch you a freak on the weekend, the weekend
Blame on me, no shame on you, girl you can't hide the truth
I might get a 'Rari coupe, but just to flex on you
[Chorus: Lil Skies]
Blame on me, no, shame on you (on you)
No, you can't hide the truth
I'ma slide right through your roof (your roof)
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chuck the deuce (the deuce)
Fuck that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice (some juice)
I slurp it like it's soup
[Post-Chorus: Lil Skies]
Ayy, she a naughty type on the weekend
But tonight she gon' let me start to creep in
Baby goin' offense, I'm playin' defense
You on top, I swear that's the perfect sequence, ooh
@edithhnajera2976
[Intro:]
Blame on me no shame on you
No shame on you, blame on me no
Aye, aye
[Lil Skies:]
Blame on me, no shame on you
No you can't hide the truth
Imma slide right through yo roof
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chop the deuce
Fuck that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like it's soup
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creepin'
Baby go on offense, I'm playin' defense
You want top, I swear that's the perfect sequence
Why you like to lie, shawty, you know you impressed
See you fuckin' with me now cause I bossed up and I flex
All they like to do is talk when they knew that I was next
I just come up with these hits and lay low, collect my checks
She fuck with solid niggas
She don't be fuckin' with broke boys
I ran it up, that was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe
My girl ain't playing with no toys
Watch my back, niggas lurkin'
My girl look better in person
And she still picture perfect
Dip and dash when we swervin'
Oh me, oh my
Put my hand on your thighs
If I come through tonight
I'll make you touch the sky
Don't need to wink my eye
Know I'm not even playin'
You know just what I'm sayin'
Got you and all your cravings
Blame on me, no shame on you
No you can't hide the truth
Imma slide right through yo roof
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chop the deuce
Fuck that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like it's soup
[Chorus: Lil Skies]
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creepin'
Baby go on offense, I'm playin' defense
You want top, I swear that's the perfect sequence
[Rich The Kid:]
Hold my wrist up out the coupe
Two bitches, spread your roof
That pussy good, I'm blamin' you
You drippin', shame on you
She got real water
Head real smarter
They into bitches from Florida
You probably can't afford her
Bentley truck might park the coupe
I'm living comfortable
Talk money then I'm stuck with you
Now I'm in love with you
Plug pull up in the UFO
No small talk, I'm the CEO
My bitches is bad, they do the most
She way too foreign, straight off the boat
I put her on top, she leaking, she leaking
Touch you a freak on the weekend, the weekend
Blame on me no shame on you
Girl you can't hide the truth
I might get a rari coupe
But just to flex on you
[Lil Skies:]
Blame on me, no shame on you
No you can't hide the truth
Imma slide right through yo roof
Might pop a pill or two
Let them hate, we chop the deuce
Fuck that, we gettin' loose
Pussy sweeter than some juice
I slurp it like it's soup
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night, she gon' let me start to creepin'
Baby go on offense, I'm playin' defense
You want top, I swear that's the perfect sequence
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