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triplej222 - piss × stuq.on.urth. كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: lil peep]
i hit the dope two time, take the stress off my mind
i hit the coast and i ride, comin’ quick on your side
i’m like a ghost, half the time i’m just creepin’ behind
i’m never slow, i follow, take your soul, you hollow
bass kickin’ like your b_tch, kidnap her for kicks
come 6, poppin’ sticks, while she biting my lip
don’t flip, don’t dip, better not move too quick
i take that grip right off your hip and smack yo’ ass with the clip
hollow tip spit like a blue_nose pit
hold my sh_t, i’ma f_ck your b_tch
bump three_6 while i cut my wrist, funk my kicks
then i break the rim when i dunk that sh_t
bloodstain the timb, no sh_t
got razor blades in my fist, taking lists
only time i put the blade down
when i gotta pick up my pen
f_ck your benz, i’ma paint thе cadillac black
can’t see me in the night with the lights off (nah)
quicksand on thе white walls
living life on the edge, b_tch, i might fall (might fall)
don’t give a f_ck what they say about me (nope)
peep won’t rest ’till i rest in peace
s on my chest when i come up on the beat
full moon flex while you motherf_ckers sleep
[chorus: lil peep]
make my will while i take my pills
give your b_tch chills when i make my bills
if i get k!lled, i know i’ma die real
stay real still, you already know the deal
you already know the deal
lil peep poppin’ henny bottles, f_ck a seal
i love the way it feel, so i do it for the thrill
say she wanna chill, b_tch, i know the f_cking deal (f_cking deal)

[interlude: death plus]
yuh,yeah, yeah…. (ch, ch)

[verse 2: death plus]
young shady motherf_cker, really scary when i’m comin’
if you hear me get running, when you see me, get low
can’t see the profit, no bands in my pockets
so i’m skunkin’ up and gettin’ back on my flow
white trash boys, just some white trash boys
flipping up the middle finger to these motherf_ckin’ hoes
i ain’t talking ’bout the women, nah, i’m talking ’bout these b_tches
that be pushin’ all your music and they sell that flow
i never gave a f_ck about a deal
so i ain’t ever f_cking with them, man, that’s how it is
all these internet b_tches hoppin’ on my d_ck
life turning into sh_t, i’m finna slit my wrists
spittin’ a miss and fl!ckin’ my wrist to these b_tch boys
all i ever hear you do is talk sh_t, boy
i hear you rap about the trap but it ain’t sh_t, boy
ho, i been on my f_cking grind and ain’t got sh_t for it
what the f_ck, b_tch? rhyming ain’t gon’ cut it, b_tch
you got no creativity, you ain’t no artist, b_tch
you ain’t a thug, you ain’t a g, you ain’t the hardest, b_tch
you just a p_ssy_ass motherf_cker starting sh_t
i spark a blunt, blow the smoke to the f_cking breeze
thinking “how the f_ck i get out of these f_cking trees?”
climbing up to the top, to the f_cking leaves
i can’t even f_cking see what’s underneath
[verse 3: jilla junt]
[?]

[verse 4: t.rich]
[?]

[verse 5: jilla junt]
[?]

[outro: death plus]
too high, too much, so alive, but i’m done
smokin’ nothing but dust and it’s all i ever loved
i don’t wanna hear about it now
all i ever wanna see are clouds
too high, too much, so alive, but i’m done
smokin’ nothing but dust and it’s all i ever loved
i don’t wanna hear about it now
all i ever wanna see are clouds

- triplej222

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