Quiet
Stay quiet until it's right for you
Keep a lot of quiet dudes
They too much throw them the fuck away
Split it if the rent due, Imma split it with my fucking twin
I don't a need a pencil, send a message with my fucking stance
Someone come and get him, before he tell on all the fucking men
I don't need a friend, can't even put up with my fucking field
I don't take offense, so you best put up both your fucking hands
I'm just like a ten, you can't have me off no fucking text
Go and fuck that man
Get it over with, I ain't even hurt
I was in your ends, felt like I was in a fucking hearse
Texting me again, when you threw me in the fucking dirt
I was not your friend, and I can see the way that always hurt you
Finna fuck the stand
if you got it stay united
She fuck like a zombie
In the trap I'm nodding
Got some big ol' pockets
Fucking this hoe off roxy
Been serving the county
Got safety round my body
I don't like waiting around so I'll see your ass tomorrow
All this swag, swag, rock it
She see me and she want me
I'm in this hoe with ten, it's free smoke around this boundary
I put dick all in her face while her man was trying rob me
I been going about it the best
I got holes in my chest
Need this one ting back again
I got Emma in my head
I had gold in my hands
Let it go like the wind
Yeah for sure I read that letter
I kept it for the winter
I'm not going to no events
I don't try, I do what I say
He been trying to be that man
It come to me like Instinct
I could fuck all of your friends
But I wont cause you my stink
I got ringing in my head when I'm tryna fucking think
Stay quiet until it's right for you
Keep a lot of quiet dudes
They too much throw them the fuck away
Split it if the rent due, Imma split it with my fucking twin
Someone come and get him, before he tell on all the fucking men
I don't need a friend, can't even put up with my fucking field
I don't take offense, so you best put up both your fucking hands
I'm just like a ten, you can't have me off no fucking text
Go and fuck that man
Get it over with, I ain't even hurt
I was in your ends, felt like I was in a fucking hearse
Keep a lot of quiet dudes
They too much throw them the fuck away
Split it if the rent due, Imma split it with my fucking twin
I don't a need a pencil, send a message with my fucking stance
Someone come and get him, before he tell on all the fucking men
I don't need a friend, can't even put up with my fucking field
I don't take offense, so you best put up both your fucking hands
I'm just like a ten, you can't have me off no fucking text
Go and fuck that man
Get it over with, I ain't even hurt
I was in your ends, felt like I was in a fucking hearse
Texting me again, when you threw me in the fucking dirt
I was not your friend, and I can see the way that always hurt you
Finna fuck the stand
if you got it stay united
She fuck like a zombie
In the trap I'm nodding
Got some big ol' pockets
Fucking this hoe off roxy
Been serving the county
Got safety round my body
I don't like waiting around so I'll see your ass tomorrow
All this swag, swag, rock it
She see me and she want me
I'm in this hoe with ten, it's free smoke around this boundary
I put dick all in her face while her man was trying rob me
I been going about it the best
I got holes in my chest
Need this one ting back again
I got Emma in my head
I had gold in my hands
Let it go like the wind
Yeah for sure I read that letter
I kept it for the winter
I'm not going to no events
I don't try, I do what I say
He been trying to be that man
It come to me like Instinct
I could fuck all of your friends
But I wont cause you my stink
I got ringing in my head when I'm tryna fucking think
Stay quiet until it's right for you
Keep a lot of quiet dudes
They too much throw them the fuck away
Split it if the rent due, Imma split it with my fucking twin
Someone come and get him, before he tell on all the fucking men
I don't need a friend, can't even put up with my fucking field
I don't take offense, so you best put up both your fucking hands
I'm just like a ten, you can't have me off no fucking text
Go and fuck that man
Get it over with, I ain't even hurt
I was in your ends, felt like I was in a fucking hearse
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Writer(s): Rumi Wein
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