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letra de piss - atoms x lil peep

[intro]
i hit the dope, two time
take the stress off my mind
i hit the coast, and i ride
coming 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 soap, you hollow

[verse 1: lil peep]
b-ss kicking, like your b-tch
[?] never for kicks
[?]
while she biting my lip
don’t flip, don’t dip
but i move too quick
i take that grip right off your hip
and smack your -ss with the clip
hollow tip spit, like a [?]
hold my sh-t, i’ma f-ck your b-tch
b-mp 3-6, while i cut my wrist
funk my kicks, then i break the rim
when i [?] that sh-t
bloodstain the tim
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 the cadillac black
can’t see me in the night
with the lights off
[?]sand on the white walls
living life on the edge
b-tch, i might fall
don’t give a f-ck
what they say about me
peep won’t rest, till’ i rest in peace
[?] on my chest when i come up on the beat
[?] flex while you mother f-ckers sleep

[hook: lil peep]
make my will, while i take my pills
give your b-tch chills, when i make my deals
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’ any bottle’s f-cking seal
i love the way it feel, so i do it for the thrill
says she wanna chill, b-tch i know the f-cking deal
(f-cking deal)

[verse 2: atoms]
you’re a shady mother f-cker
[?]
if you hear me get running
when you see me get low
[?]
bands in my pockets
so i’m [?] get back on my flow
white trash boy, just a white trash boy
flipping up the middle finger
to these mother f-cking hoes
i ain’t talking ’bout the women
i’m talking ’bout these b-tches
that were {?] other music
[?] sell [? that/their] flow
i never gave a f-ck about a deal
so i ain’t never f-cking with them
man that’s how it is
all these internet b-tches hoppin’ on my d-ck
like turning into sh-t i’m finna slit my wrists
spittin’ a miss
and flickin’ my wrist, to these b-tch boys
all i ever hear you do, is talk sh-t boy
i hear you rappin’ ’bout the trap
but it ain’t sh-t boy
ho, i been my f-cking grind
and ain’t got sh-t, for it
what the f-ck, b-tch
robbing ain’t gon’ cut it, b-tch
you got no creativity
you ain’t [?], b-tch
you ain’t a thug, you ain’t a g
you ain’t the hardest, b-tch
you just a p-ssy -ss mother f-cker starting sh-t
i smoke a blunt
blow the smoke, to the f-cking breeze
thinking “how the f-ck i get out these f-cking trees?”
climbing up, to the top, to the f-cking leaves
i can’t even f-cking see what’s underneath

[hook 2: atoms]
too high, too much
so alive, but i’m dead
smoking up, in the dust
and it’s all i ever loved
i don’t wanna hear about it [?]
will i ever wanna see clouds
too high, too much
so alive, but i’m dead
smoking up, in the dust
and it’s all i ever loved
i don’t wanna hear about it

- atoms x lil peep

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