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letra de piss - atoms

[verse 1: lil peep]
i hit the dope two times, take the stress off my mind
i hit the coast and i ride, come up quick on your side
i’m like a ghost half the time, i’m just creepin’ behind
i’m never slow, i follow, take it so you follow
b-ss kickin’ like your b-tch, kidnappin’ for kicks
come [?], pop [?] while she bitin’ my lip
don’t flip, don’t dip, better not move too quick
i’ll take that grip right off your hip then smack your -ss with the clip
hollow tips spit like i’m [?]
hold my sh-t, i’ma f-ck your b-tch
b-mp three 6 while i cut my wrist
f-ck my kicks, then i break the rim
when i dunk that sh-t, blood stain the timb’
no sh-t, got razor blades in my fist, take a listen
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
quicksand on the white walls
livin’ life on the edge, b-tch, i might fall
don’t give a f-ck what they say about me
lil peep won’t rest ’til i rest in peace
s on my chest when i come up on the beat
full moon flex while you mothaf-ckas sleep
make my will while i take my pills
k!ll your best 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 your seal
i love the way you feel, so i do it for the thrill
say she wanna chill, b-tch, i know the f-ckin’ deal

[verse 2: death+]
young shady mothaf-cka, undiscovered when i’m comin’
if you hear me, get runnin’, when you see me, get low
[?] see the profit, no bands in my pocket
so i’m skunkin’ up and gettin’ back on my flow
white trash boys, just some white trash boys
flippin’ up the middle finger to these mothaf-ckin’ hoes
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout the women, nah i’m talkin’ ’bout the 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-ckin’ with a man that signed one then
all these internet b-tches hoppin’ on my d-ck
life turnin’ into sh-t, i’m finna slit my wrist
spittin’ a mist, [?] to these b-tch boys
all i ever hear you do is talk sh-t, boy
i hear you rep about the trap, but it ain’t sh-t, boy
ho i’ve been known for f-ckin’ grindin’ and got sh-t for it
what the f-ck, b-tch, rhymin’ ain’t gon’ cut it, b-tch
you got no creativity, you ain’t no artist, b-tch
you [?] hardest b-tch
you just a p-ssy -ss mothaf-cka startin’ sh-t
i spark a blunt, [?] and smoke [?]
thinkin’ how the f-ck i’ll get out of these f-ckin’ streets
climbin’ up to the top, to the f-ckin’ leaves
i can’t even f-ckin’ see what’s underneath

[outro: death+]
too high, too much
so alive, but i’m done
smokin’ nothin’ but dust
and it’s all i ever loved
i don’t wanna think about it now
all i ever wanna see are clouds
too high, too much
so alive, but i’m done
smokin’ nothin’ but dust
and it’s all i ever loved
i don’t wanna think about it now
all i ever wanna see are clouds

- atoms

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