Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Steamer, artist - Brian Fresco
Date of issue: 18.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Steamer |
SAVEMONEY, hot still |
Nice car, don’t got deal |
Don’t got bread, just got whip |
That hot shit, them hot wheels |
Hot wire, no license mate |
Ridin' round with your license plate |
Tan color, that iced cake |
Same year as that '98 |
Same ear that Mike Tyson ate |
Bitch comin', and the steamer gotta stop |
Hide and seekin' with the cops, middle finger to the opps |
And the Nina in the crotch, in the Beamer hella leanin' |
Lickin' whips from niggas tweakin' and then leave em in the lot |
And I hop in the top of the drop top convert, top off, ha |
In a four door Volvo screaming «fuck you, like, YOLO!» |
Hol' up! |
(Vic: That shit’s dangerous, man, fuck that shit) |
Go ahead nigga hot wire that shit |
Come and bring it through the hood, stop by in that bitch |
If a nigga wanna go and stop riding that shit |
Leave it up the block, let the cops find that shit |
Little SAVEMONEY niggas not givin' no fucks |
Where the keys, lil nigga, gone give 'em on up |
Ridin' d’s, lil nigga, chrome shit on that truck |
Pretty please, my nigga, for a nigga get stuck |
When you… ridin' your steamer, uh |
I don’t know what you been told |
But ain’t nothin' better than stacking your cheddar |
In a broke down steamer that you done stole |
No air conditioning, too damn cold |
Go steal that whip and then do that blow |
Out here, still tippin', done flew that light |
That knife just to fixin' to cuchero |
Black mask and that crowbar |
That’s my whip, not yo car |
That’s my bitch, not yo broad |
Screaming «fuck the opps!», it be no law |
Two niggas in front, five bitches in back |
Seven niggas ridin' strapped in that candy Cadillac |
Sweet all in my scraper, in that steamer blowing vapor |
With a lining and a taper, saving paper, see you later |
So it’s duck sauce on them pigs nigga! |
Tricks out, so pimp nigga! |
No room for them simps wit cha |
Drop top with them tints dimmer |
Rollin' with the famo, it be massa and the Chano |
Pumping purple, tucking Camels |
Got the money on the panel |
Flippin' switchers, switchin' channels |
For the high speed chase |
But it’s power to the hemi when I sip V8 |
Out chyeah |
Ridin' 'round, all up in my scrape, movin' that weight |
Tryna see that money I’mma make, m-move the decimal place |
If a hater talking shit, okay, bang |
Like a hurt leg, boy, you don’t wanna play |
You ain’t safe 'round here, don’t nobody got a cape |
And I’m ridin' round bright and early, ridin' dirty |
With that purple on me like a Vikings jersey |
Just checked my mirror, goddamn I’m perty |
So I’m all in my steamer like Stanley |
Passenger seat, eye candy |
Clean face, no acne, never catch me lacking |
Got it hidden in the back seat |
If you want it, come and get at me |
SAVEMONEY |
(break in song) |
Peep you, lame-lame ass nigga with a sweet coupe |
Creep through, no mask nigga, better keep cool |
Got five seconds 'fore a nigga crease you |
Hit a lick, now his whip be the steamer |
Low-low to the earth, so the cops can’t beam him |
Ain’t-ain't nobody seen him, in the chop shop schemin' |
Hopped out the phone booth, lil nigga hella gleamin' |
Rollin' and smokin' and smokin' and rollin' |
Got molly for bitches who get with the motion |
My niggas be holdin', yo niggas be foldin' |
I’m shooting with range, so hop out that Rover |
SAVEMONEY takeover, don’t think this shit kosher |
This handle’ll knock you straight out of your loafers |
My bitch, she the coldest, from over the border |
We got what you need, just tell me the order |
We makin' a quarter, b-bitch nigga posted up |
S-s-stole yo whip, he boxed it up |
Hundred blunts, donuts |
Nigga stole yo whip, did a hundred stunts |
Sold yo stereo for a hundred bucks |
Want beef? |
Nigga call up a hundred guns |
I be chillin', smokin' stank, like a hundred bums |
Play rough, nigga, I will let this rumper? |
hum |
Yeah |
(Steamer) |