
lil peep flow (bonus) - lil steamer (meme) lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah
ooh, ooh
[verse]
she go stupid on my meat
i’m boutta go to sleep
i’m boutta eat a peep
yeah, i jugged this flow from lil peep
yeah, now i’m in too deep
’cause i just jugged lil peep
i’m in the studio and i beat my meat
and i just busted a nut on the beat
and if they wanna come to my street
imma bust a nut as soon as they creep
i’m a lil motherf*ckin’ freak
they know lil steamer is a freak
i be singin’ to your girl like ooh, ooh, ooh
and now she wanna freak me, and now she wanna freak me
this autotune not savin’ me
man, i really hate lil peep
he is a motherf*ckin’ b*tch
and he can’t do nothin’ about it or what i’m sayin’ at all, ooh
i be abusin’ opioids ’cause that’s my f*ckin’ hobby
i also jugglе and that is also a hobby
i also eat potato chips and that’s a hobby
i just picked your girl up from hobby lobby
now she tryna givе me sloppy toppy in a bugatti, maserati, 200 miles on the dash
throwback, i’m in my bag, i’m in my bag, you sit on your ass
yeah, you ain’t got no cash, i got motion and i’m flexin’ racks
doctor said i got hawk eyes
imma eat at f*ckin’ popeyes
imma eat a f*ckin’ pot pie
i’m in this b*tch with five guys
run a train on your girlfriend, it was me and like 5 guys
f*cked your b*tch, ain’t gotta think twice
i need help, so imma blink twice, prod. producer got me locked up in the studio
i’m in this b*tch with a big booty hoe
b*tch, pop that booty hole
yeah, yeah, i’m boutta hit my dance
yeah, yeah, b*tch take off your pants
i’m a backshot demon, right foot creepin’
i feel like youngboy, i feel like youngboy
i don’t like young boys, i like old girls
i give backshots, make the toes curl
yeah, ooh
d*mn
d*mn, they think i’m done yet, but i’m not
i’m in this b*tch poppin’ sh*t like tater tots
i’m in this b*tch and i got the club moshin’
to my music, ’cause it’s bumpin’
and it’s groovy, prod produce*y made it bouncy
i just took a f*ckin’ sh*t in the toilet
and it smells like the gas that i’m smokin’
and it’s potent
i don’t really think them boys got no motion
that boy a f*ckin’ rat, he a rodent
and i f*cked your b*tch, i don’t need a trojan
god d*mn, the b*tch gave me chlamydia
i think her name was lydia
you know i tote me a smith & wesson, yeah
imma up it, send ’em to heaven, yeah
they know that i’m the god of the earth
i came back, motherf*cker i’m the reason there’s easter
i just f*cked your b*tch and i nutted on her keister
i don’t give no sh*t
i don’t give no f*ck ’cause i got some more sh*t and it’s boutta come out
b*tch, i’m from the south
put my p*n*s in my own mouth, imma suck my soul out, d*mn
i’m really the goat, boy
you a throat goat, boy, you suckin’ d*ck
boy, i’m really rich, give a f*ck ’bout a trick
eatin’ trix like they fruity pebbles
imma smoke a crack rock pebble
d*mn
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