Blame on me, no shame on you
No shame on you, blame on me no
Aye, aye
Blame on me, no shame on you, no, you cant hide the truth
Ima 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 its soup
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night, she gon let me start to creepin
Baby go on offense, Im playin defense
You want top, I swear thats 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 dont be fuckin with broke boys, I ran it up, that was my choice
She call me up when she need pipe, my girl aint 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, Ill make you touch the sky
Dont need to wink my eye, know Im not even playin
You know just what Im sayin, got you and all your cravin
Blame on me, no shame on you, no, you cant hide the truth
Ima 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 its soup
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night, she gon let me start to creepin
Baby go on offense, Im playin defense
You want top, I swear thats the perfect sequence
Hold my wrist up out the coupe, two bitches, spread your roof
That pussy good, Im blamin you, you drippin, shame on you
She got real water (water), head real smarter (smarter)
They into bitches from Florida, you probably cant afford her
Bentley truck, might park the coupe, Im livin comfortable
Talk money then Im stuck with you, now Im in love with you
Plug pull up in the UFO, no small talk, Im 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 cant hide the truth
I might get a Rari coupe, but just to flex on you
Blame on me, no shame on you, no, you cant hide the truth
Ima 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 its soup
She a naughty type on the weekend
Perfect night, she gon let me start to creepin
Baby go on offense, Im playin defense
You want top, I swear thats the perfect sequence