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letra de keep quiet - big melancholy

[intro: big melancholy]
bagging sh-t
packing sh-t
bagging sh-t
let the motherf-cker

[verse 1]
all i see is murder when i’m walking through the motherf-ckin’ city
just me and my f-ckin’ dogs
that’s a hustle
tryna get it right
grip ’em with the walls
see you wishin’, now i’ma engine, aye
preachin’ to a god
leave a p-ssy boy in awe
now we, gone
but don’t say you weren’t
and no matter what you see, now don’t repeat what you heard
i’ve been focusin’ on me, you just a sheep with a herd
you must not know about me, b-tch
but that’s the sh-t you gon’ learn

[verse 2: big melancholy]
let that motherf-ckin’ bass jump
p-ssy come and say some
i been waiting
for you bein’ patient
pick your face up
wherе yo’ f-cking brain, huh
on the gang, don’t playin’ with my name
keep that motherf-ckin’ k tuckеd
why you being strange, yuh?
for the pay, i turn you to a stain, huh
you a lame f-ck
get up out way, he must ain’t know that i’ve been riding and that i’ve been steady mothaf-ckin’
wack sh-t, packin’ sh-t, packs up under the mattress, i’m baggin’ sh-t
now i’m masking this, happiness
but it’s not happiness, it’s half of it
black hat, mask and now i’m in action
b-tch you twitch, flinch, blink then i’ma blast the stick
and i’m gon’ flip and do some magic
then watch you disappear and vanish quick and i’ll be standin’ there
and laughin’ at all of this tragedy and babbling
it got me rapping it like “d-mn they see my plate”
like i’m mantling, i’m damaged
and i’ll branch ya b-tch
and you see i’ma grab the stick
but i don’t even like to bring the sh-t
unless it’s time toe fade
[?]
but if it hits [?]
so let’s get lil’ b-tch, i’m c-cky
[verse 3: bleed the wicked menace]
if i pull up, i’m sprayin’
leave the bodies decayin’
b-tch i’m a graveyard creep
don’t give a f-ck what they sayin’
pop this glock, leave ’em layin’
keep the dope where you stayin’
run that mask up like jason
f-ck a threat i ain’t playin’
b-tch don’t get packed up
i been in my bag i got my racks up
got something for the f-ckboy if he really wanna act up
.45 on my waist, b-tch don’t get capped up
this bullet hit your head, you won’t get back up
but the straps just let ’em stack up

[outro: bleed the wicked menace]
in the dark, out the flames
let the choppa split his brain
layin’ f-cked up in the grave
blood dripping for the chain
pull up, mask up, let it bang
leave ’em f-cked up in the rain
triple six, i’ll never change
little b-tch we’re not the same
dark, out the flames
let the choppa split his brain
layin’ f-cked up in the grave
blood dripping for the chain
pull up, mask up, let it bang
leave ’em f-cked up in the rain
triple six, i’ll never change
little b-tch we’re not the same
(same)
(same)
(same)

- big melancholy

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