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Liar
Lil Peep Lyrics


I've been through a lot boy
I've been through a lot boy
I ain't gonna stop boy
I ain't gonna stop boy, yeah
Always runnin' from the cops boy
Yeah

Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy! Yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy?

Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy! Yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi)

Why the fuck you lyin' in the streets? (Lyin' in the streets)
Why the fuck you lyin' to me? (Lyin' to me)
Why the fuck you lyin' to her? (Lyin' to her)
You couldn't even buy her the purse (Nah)
Everybody wanna flex on each other (Why?)
I just want some money for my mother (Damn)

This ain't a competition (Nah)
Please listen (Yeah)
Hold up, listen to me, right?

I was really in the kitchen, yeah (I was really in the kitchen)
But I sing about bitches, yeah (But I sing about bitches)
'Cause I really know killas ('Cause I really know killas)

And they are not like you at all
And I could tell it, yeah, I could smell it
I could see it in your eyes, boy, yeah
That's why I got respect, 'cause I ain't a fuckin' liar, boy (Nah)
Yeah, yeah, damn

Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy! Yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy?

Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy! Yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi)

You ain't on the block, boy
Yeah, you got a Glock, boy, yeah
You hot, boy?
That ain't smart boy get your ass locked boy
And for what?
You're diggin' ya own grave
You're diggin' ya own grave, yeah

Writer(s): Gustav Ahr, Brenden Murray, Benjamin Friars Funkhouser

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Zerfixxz

I've been through a lot, boy (Punk Star)
I've been through a lo, t boy, yeah
I ain't gonna stop, boy, uh
(Ooh, B-Bighead on the beat) stop, boy, yeah
You go down and you stop, boy, yeah
Always runnin' from the cops, boy
Yeah
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy, yeah (we call you a opp, boy)
Got a big gun? Who you shot, boy?
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy, damn (we call you a opp, boy)
I'm a real life Gothboi (I'm a real life Gothboi)
Why the fuck you lyin' in the streets? (Lyin' in the streets)
Why the fuck you lyin' to me? (Lyin' to me)
Why the fuck you lyin' to her? (Lyin' to her)
You couldn't even buy her the purse (nah)
Everybody wanna flex on each other (why?)
I just want some money for my mother (damn)
This ain't no competition (nah)
Please listen (yeah)
Hold up, listen to me, right?
I was really in the kitchen, yeah (I was really in the kitchen)
But I sing about bitches, yeah (but I sing about bitches)
'Cause I really know killas ('cause I really know killas)
They are not like you at all
And I can tell it, yeah, I can smell it
I can see it in your eyes, boy, yeah
That's why I got respect, 'cause I ain't a fuckin' liar, boy (nah)
Yeah, yeah, damn
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy, yeah (we call you a opp, boy)
Got a big gun? Who you shot, boy?
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy, damn (we call you a opp, boy)
I'm a real life Gothboi (I'm a real life Gothboi)
You ain't on the block, boy
Yeah, you got a Glock, boy
You hot, boy?
That ain't smart, boy, get your ass locked, boy
And for what?
You're diggin' your own grave
You're diggin' your own grave, yeah



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[Intro]
I've been through a lot boy (Punk star)
I've been through a lot boy
I ain't gonna stop boy
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
I ain't gonna stop boy, yeah
Always runnin' from the cops, boy
Yeah

[Chorus]
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy? (Huh?)
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi)

[Verse]
Why the fuck you lyin' in the streets? (Lyin' in the streets)
Why the fuck you lyin' to me? (Lyin' to me)
Why the fuck you lyin' to her? (Lyin' to her)
You couldn't even buy her the purse (Nah)
Everybody wanna flex on each other (Why?)
I just want some money for my mother (Damn)
This ain't a competition (Nah)
Please listen (Yeah)
Hold up, listen to me, right?
I was really in the kitchen, yeah (I was really in the kitchen)
But I sing about bitches, yeah (But I sing about bitches)
'Cause I really know killas ('Cause I really know killas)
And they are not like you at all
And I could tell it, yeah, I could smell it
I could see it in your eyes, boy, yeah
That's why I got respect, 'cause I ain't a fuckin' liar, boy (Nah)
Yeah, yeah, damn

[Chorus]
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy? (Huh?)
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi)

[Outro]
You ain't on the block, boy
Yeah, you got a Glock, boy, yeah
You hot, boy?
That ain't smart, boy, get your ass locked, boy
And for what?
You're diggin' ya own grave
You're diggin' ya own grave, yeah



beep boop

[Intro]
I've been through a lot boy (Punk star)
I've been through a lot boy
I ain't gonna stop boy
Ouu Bi-Bighead on the beat
I ain't gonna stop boy, yeah
Always runnin' from the cops, boy
Yeah

[Chorus]
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy? (Huh?)
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi)

[Verse]
Why the fuck you lyin' in the streets? (Lyin' in the streets)
Why the fuck you lyin' to me? (Lyin' to me)
Why the fuck you lyin' to her? (Lyin' to her)
You couldn't even buy her the purse (Nah)
Everybody wanna flex on each other (Why?)
I just want some money for my mother (Damn)
This ain't a competition (Nah)
Please listen (Yeah)
Hold up, listen to me, right?
I was really in the kitchen, yeah (I was really in the kitchen)
But I sing about bitches, yeah (But I sing about bitches)
'Cause I really know killas ('Cause I really know killas)
And they are not like you at all
And I could tell it, yeah, I could smell it
I could see it in your eyes, boy, yeah
That's why I got respect, 'cause I ain't a fuckin' liar, boy (Nah)
Yeah, yeah, damn

[Chorus]
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
You got a big gun? Who you shot, boy? (Huh?)
Call it rap, call it pop, boy, yeah (Call it rap, call it pop, boy)
Call it what you want, boy, yeah (Call it what you want, boy)
We call you a opp, boy, yeah (We call you a opp, boy)
Damn, I'm a real life GothBoi (I'm a real life GothBoi)

[Outro]
You ain't on the block, boy
Yeah, you got a Glock, boy, yeah
You hot, boy?
That ain't smart boy get your ass locked boy
And for what?
You're diggin' ya own grave
You're diggin' ya own grave, yeah



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ivan

One day this video would say that it was released 20 years ago and we all would still be here








~ 28/8/21 see u all in 19 years ♥

Ghost808

Facts

jazmin hickman

facts!!!!!!

Jake

Just found this! never heard this song before. I will be back in 20 years

elora lucero

Ogs

Violent Melody

@White 😢 statistically you’re right

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G O

How is it physically possible for someone to make this many good songs

Luke

He had his niche, his own style that a lot of people have bit since then, but he was one of the first to do it. And he did it well.

KiddR0n

Ong and people be saying that he's a bad artist

1chrz

pact with demon

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