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triplej222 - piss × stuq.on.urth. lyrics

[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]
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[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

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