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Don Chicco
Don Chicco
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Kairhen Quintos
Kairhen Quintos
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There's no way you're talking to me with that tone Big boy man you really gotta pipe down Always talking bout hype bring it right now This is called blacked out turn the lights out Cos when shit gets dark keep shit dark Seek some peace you best hide now Cos we're getting the party jumping You're on the corner like kids on a timeout Blacked out Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Blacked out Yeah, Yeah, Yeah That's blacked out, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah That's blacked out, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Black out the team and the city My brain is so wired Don't ask what i cook in the pot Recipes, bars, the melodies hard Whipping a classic we're doing a lot Seeing the steez and they're catting the pieces That is uncool like a guy with some nieces We going nuts I don't fuck with the Reese's Moshpit on sight like the first track on yeezus Some things just never made sense to me Kept my head down and stay far from the enemies Bun all the dickheads don't fuck with their energy Whip out some paper like who really testing me No I'm not playing around Don't fuck with my dargs If you're testing your pedigree Taking a bite off my recipe Doesn't make sense to me Fuck what you're telling me bitch DC and Kai, DC got steez Everyone knows you're copying me Copy the way that we flow on the beats Copping the shit that I wear on my feet It is alright, you can be you You can be him, you can be her Begging you know please know your worth Allow you for now you live and you learn There's no way you're talking to me with that tone Big boy man you really gotta pipe down Always talking bout hype bring it right now This is called blacked out turn the lights out Cos when shit gets dark keep shit dark Seek some peace you best hide now Cos we're getting the party jumping You're on the corner like kids on a timeout Blacked out Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Blacked out Yeah, Yeah, Yeah That's blacked out, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah That's blacked out, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah She sent me a text she moving too quick I gotta take time when I'm picking my mrs I ain't got time for no attitude bitch, pause I ain't got time for a bitch Tryna make my p's with the goons no kizz If you lied on the kid you better make that switch If you wanna go 5 on 5 that's calm See the guys on the court don't miss Ay lemme go talk my shit cos I got that Certain man rate me certain man pissed When I weren't outside I was in working One day imma get that whole club lit True say I don't talk too much Cos the talk come cheap better mind my biz, Ah Yeah I mind my biz, couple man talk but I mind my biz, wait I just make my earnings truss me I ain't got no time for a passa If you wanna go run your mouth then be my guest Cuh them man just cappers Cappers chattin bare shit like wassa Whatever Drake said man are just chatters Man they can't faze me Shutting shit down when I play that play that There's no way you're talking to me with that tone Big boy man you really gotta pipe down Always talking bout hype bring it right now This is called blacked out turn the lights out Cos when shit gets dark keep shit dark Seek some peace you best hide now Cos we're getting the party jumping You're on the corner like kids on a timeout Blacked out Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Blacked out Yeah, Yeah, Yeah That's blacked out, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah That's blacked out, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Writer(s): Voodoo Don, Tim Besamusca, Gary Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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