Black Cobain

Black Cobain - Quiet Time lyrics

rate me

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

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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