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LIL PEEP & DEATH PLUS
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Ayy Ain't gon' find, just bring it out (Yeah) Bring it out, just f**kin' take it up I got the money for that Spirits comin' after me, I'm 'bout to start a tragedy A murderous inferno, strike the matches and I grab the keys I head up to the palace, cop a backwood like normality But everybody knows that I'm a f**king abnormality The ghost of Satan, the no-name flow with the pain in the rain Ga**in' at the side of my grave with the ocean spray Laugh when the bodies is dumped out of the trunk Grab the pump, put it up, shoot it to God like I don't give a f**k Killer for life, just a kid with a knife, figure it's right To kill, if I lie, it's the cycle of life, I'm psycho, all right Come out of the night, finding my victims And then, with a whisper, my blade, it be shinin' like ice And I been straight from the cold, now I been makin' that dough Off of the [?] and the dope And I been takin' the notes Breakin' the prophet, the prophet, the one that you ain’t never know And I sleep in the snow with the blade in my coat Injured his team, I ran off (Ho, b*t*h) Everybody think I'm insane though Put the bullets in my head until the rain comes Homicidal, suicidal but I'm thankful that I ain't dead yet And I'm still makin' them pesos Next in line where the sinners all go Down to hell where the flames all roll I'm sittin' next to Satan, countin' up bank rolls I'm relaxin' on my throne, f**kin' with some skank hoes I've been letting my hair grow, your parents know I'm a bad boy, I'm a scarecrow (I'm a scarecrow) I'm sagging my pants, let the brand show These damn hoes schemin', got the brand on my hand, ho I come from the land where the Xans go quicker than the coke Raise your hand if you can't cope with the damn cold Seven feet of snow, what you need? We got it, bleeding fo' deposits Just bag it up and then you flip it for a sizable profit The cops is on my d**k, I'm 'bout to get this sh*t poppin' I'm droppin' out this b*t*h and makin' money off of my music Now it's one year later, still broke, still stupid Still smoke my tooka, rest in peace Martin Luther But Freddy Kruger all I'm dreaming 'bout, I can't see my future I can't see my feet, this sh*t gets darker when it's deep But I can breathe underwater, ask your daughter, I'm a freak Peep
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