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Black Cobain
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Quiet Time
Hold up, let me roll up In other words, bitch, shut up My ear drums on real low I'd rather listen to the wind blow Them haters talking from outside So I'm soundproof in my windows Tired of hearing this bullshit Mind open, ears closed I'm with big dogs, when feds come they hush puppies Like shh, they got big guns with silencers That small sound like pssh, don't break the code of silence Don't break the code of silence I heard this from my OG, I know, don't break the code of silence That blunt loud so you still hear me even though them speakers on low I'm winning at a high rate, you niggas on the down low Her ass fat, but I got a girl so we keep it on the down low Like turn around, head down, face in the pillow She kissed the dick and her lips slide Them niggas see me, they lips slide My words keeping, my lips lie You sleeping on me, nigga keep dreaming Let's wash your tongue with that money, baby Be dream scene and sip codeine, we deep sleepers, now do it
All this loud over here, I need some quiet time Gimme quiet time, gimme, gimme quiet time I swear to God that bitch caught me like a goddess on Gimme quiet time, gimme, gimme quiet time Gimme quiet time, gimme, gimme quiet time Gimme quiet time, gimme, gimme quiet time Gimme quiet time, gimme, gimme quiet time Gimme quiet time
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Gimme quiet time, gimme, gimme quiet time When I'm not in a studio, that's our time When I shine, you shine, we shine Anytime, every time skip town just to chase the weather Smoking finer leaf all in this bitch Reminisce when I first tongue-kissed Caprice It's out jump out days, man, fuck release That's 3.5 in my bank with ease, hey My uncle Ricky got not, my lil' cuz' think she can sling dough No way, now they diamonds got dropped Mad nigga got this little at his door You a donut lover, fuck man, I'm guessing, but we fucking, Danny Glover Wait, consequences right there, I heard nothing ain't fair Now let me smoke my weed, fuck these hoes, get my nigga out the streets And let me smoke my weed, get this money and a couple currencies We need no seats, I keep the backwards lit Yeah, my nigga Tokyo Daimo, nigga back on this morphine shit I heard real niggas do real things Yeah, real crowns for real kings
All this loud over here, I need some quiet time Gimme quiet time, gimme, gimme quiet time I swear to God that bitch caught me like a goddess on Gimme quiet time, gimme, gimme quiet time Gimme quiet time, gimme, gimme quiet time Gimme quiet time, gimme, gimme quiet time Gimme quiet time, gimme, gimme quiet time Gimme quiet time
I made it
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