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brian fresco – steamer lyrics

[intro]
steamer(6x)

[verse 1: chance the rapper]
savemoney, hot still
nice car, don’t got deal
don’t got bread, just got whip
that hot sh-t, them hot wheels
hot wire, no license mate
ridin’ round with your license plate
tan color, that iced cake
same year as that ’98
same ear that mike tyson ate
b-tch comin’, and the steamer gotta stop
hide and seekin’ with the cops, middle finger to the opps
and the nina in the crotch, in the beamer h-lla leanin’
l!ckin’ whips from n-ggas tweakin’ and then leave em in the lot
and i hop in the top of the drop top convert, top off, ha
in a four door volvo screaming “f-ck you, like , yolo!” hol’ up!
(vic: that sh-t’s dangerous, man, f-ck that sh-t)

[verse 2: vic mensa]
go ahead n-gga hot wire that sh-t
come and bring it through the hood, stop by in that b-tch
if a n-gga wanna go and stop riding that sh-t
leave it up the block, let the cops find that sh-t
little savemoney n-ggas not givin’ no f-cks
where the keys, lil n-gga, gone give ’em on up
ridin’ d’s, lil n-gga, chrome sh-t on that truck
pretty please, my n-gga, for a n-gga get stuck
when you…ridin’ your steamer, uh
i don’t know what you been told
but ain’t nothin’ better than stacking your cheddar
in a broke down steamer that you done stole
no air conditioning, too d-mn cold
go steal that whip and then do that blow
out here, still tippin’, done flew that light
that knife just to fixin’ [with kami] to cuchero

[verse 3: kami]
black mask and that crowbar
that’s my whip, not yo car
that’s my b-tch, not yo broad
screaming “f-ck the opps!”, it be no law
two n-ggas in front, five b-tches in back
seven n-ggas ridin’ strapped in that candy cadillac
sweet all in my scr-per, in that steamer blowing vapor
with a lining and a taper, saving paper, see you later
so it’s duck sauce on them pigs n-gga!
tricks out, so pimp n-gga!
no room for them simps wit cha
drop top with them tints dimmer
rollin’ with the famo, it be m-ssa and the chano
pumping purple, tucking camels
got the money on the panel
flippin’ switchers, switchin’ channels
for the high speed chase
but it’s power to the hemi when i sip v8
out chyeah

[verse 4: tokyo shawn]
ridin’ ’round, all up in my scr-pe, movin’ that weight
tryna see that money i’mma make, m-move the decimal place
if a hater talking sh-t, okay, bang
like a hurt leg, boy, you don’t wanna play
you ain’t safe ’round here, don’t n0body got a cape
and i’m ridin’ round bright and early, ridin’ dirty
with that purple on me like a vikings jersey
just checked my mirror, godd-mn i’m perty
so i’m all in my steamer like stanley
p-ssenger seat, eye candy
clean face, no acne, never catch me lacking
got it hidden in the back seat
if you want it, come and get at me
savemoney

(break in song)

[verse 5: brian fresco]
peep you, lame-lame -ss n-gga with a sweet coupe
creep through, no mask n-gga, better keep cool
got five seconds ‘fore a n-gga crease you
hit a l!ck, now his whip be the steamer
low-low to the earth, so the cops can’t beam him
ain’t-ain’t n0body seen him, in the chop shop schemin’
hopped out the phone booth, lil n-gga h-lla gleamin’
rollin’ and smokin’ and smokin’ and rollin’
got molly for b-tches who get with the motion
my n-ggas be holdin’, yo n-ggas be foldin’
i’m shooting with range, so hop out that rover
savemoney takeover, don’t think this sh-t kosher
this handle’ll knock you straight out of your loafers
my b-tch, she the coldest, from over the border
we got what you need, just tell me the order
we makin’ a quarter, b-b-tch n-gga posted up
s-s-stole yo whip, he boxed it up
hundred blunts, donuts
n-gga stole yo whip, did a hundred stunts
sold yo stereo for a hundred bucks
want beef? n-gga call up a hundred guns
i be chillin’, smokin’ stank, like a hundred bums
play rough, n-gga, i will let this rumper? hum
yeah
(steamer)

- brian fresco lyrics

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