Issue No 107 Quiet Time Lyrics

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

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