Keep Quiet

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Keep Quiet

chipbagov · SANCTUARY · 2024 · 2:46

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Back of shit, back of shit, back of shit That the muthafucka muthafucka All I see is murder when I walk in through the motherfucking city Just me and my fucking dogs outside hustling, trying to get it right Creeping with the raw, see you reaching out my hand tonight Reaching to a god, leave a pussy boy in awe Now we gone, but don't say a word And no matter what you see, never repeat what you heard I've been focusing on me, you just a sheep with the herd You must not know about me, bitch, but that's some shit you Let that motherfucking beat Pussy come and stay soft, I've been waitin' for you to be patient Pick your face up, where your fuckin' brain, huh? On the game, don't be playin' with that with your fuckin' kate, sir Why you be a stranger? For the pay, I tell you to stay, huh? You a lay fuck, get up, I'm out of here I said I've been writing and then I've been studying, motherfuckin' Back of shit, back of shit, backs Born of the match with mask ship Now am asking this happiness But it's not happiness, it's happenin' Been to Black Hat Mass and I'm an action bitch Twitch like Plinkton, I'm a blaster stick And I'm gon' flip and do some magic Then I watch you disappear, I vanish quick And I'll be standin' there and laughin' In all of this tragedy, I'm babblin' It got me ramblin' like damn And i play like a mandolin I'm damagein', I'm branchin', bitch I see I'm a credit stick But I don't even like to brand a shit Unless I turn into a fan, I'm quick But if it hits, then we got some depth So let's get low, bitch, I'll go If I pull up, I'm springin', leave them bodies decayin', bitch, I'm a graveyard, we don't give a fuck what They sayin', pop this Glock, leave them layin', kick that door while you stayin', run them ass up like Jason, fuck your threat, I ain't playin', bitch, don't get packed up, I've been in my bag, I got my racks Up, got something for that fuckboy, if he really wanna act up, 4-5 on my waist, bitch, don't get capped Up, this bullet hit your head, you won't get back up, body straps, just let them stack up Dark out the flames, let that Jabba split his brain, lay it fucked up in the grave, flirt, trippin' for the Chain, pull up, mess up, let it bang, leave her fucked up in the rain, triple six, I'll never change, little bitch, we not the same Dark out the flames, let that Jabba split his brain, lay it fucked up in the grave, flirt, trippin' for the Chain, pull up, mess up, let it bang, leave her fucked up in the rain, triple six, I'll never change, little bitch, we not the same

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