Back the bluuu,
Only when i'm
Swerving on that opp
From the top
She a thot
Making me chili
Out the crop pot
Bottom bitch, so soft
So divine
Cuffing my mind
Can't find
Screaming to me uhleanuh
You a crime so divine
Shut up snitch!
You a waste of my time.
Witch, put some f*cking respect on
My name.
This light will not tame.
No one to blame,
Why is this world so f*cking lame?
Off brain, turn the page on my
Membrane, out of this frame.
Aim a different aim, I can explain.
The ground under me is
Shakinge,em,ef,shaking
No one says a thing, uh
Why is it this way!?
Years programmed to proclaim, to
Find the remains, acclaim your accolade.
Bitch, everyone gonna burn the
F*cking same, feeling such shame, Name of the game.
Way of the way, say what you will Say.
Pay, haven't had a dollar in
9 9 9 days, flip that around,
Mark of the inano tech in our brain.
Covert manipulate , mental frame by
The Drake marvins rooom
You know space race lace
Believe me or not, but it's your
F*cking lack of a pace that got us
Here in the first f*cking place.
What a waste,
Don't relate?
Then f*cking here's your
Silver plate
Wake, wake LAKE
Crate, fate, regulate, levitate, Elevated.
Don't be late, I'm late 'cuz of rain, I'm late 'cuz I'm deranged.
I'm late 'cuz I went insane,
I'm late but this ain't a game.
I'm late, not here for fame.
I'm late, I'm in so much pain.
But still, bitch, put some f*cking
Respect on my name.
This light you will not tame.
No one to blame, no one to blame.
Behind every door, it's the f*cking Same.
Why is this world so f*cking lame?
Off I came and you came, now here We are both insane.
Welcome to the end of the game.
Hold onto your brain,
Handlers, dam sandlers f*cking us
Spiritually, it feels just the same.
F*cking la
Life's a f*cking game and you picked
The wrong trait, idiot.
You create to relate but too late, you
Hid your create because you believed
The tape they curate.
Wasted fate,
Loser
F*cking late.
So shut up, the docks await.
Slice and sedate, complicate to hate.
Mass natural disaster, fire, flood,
Mud, rum, crum tums, sum shums.
Drums corrupt, interrupts,
Lean, sprite, and some syrup
Animal Crossing turnips,
Coachella drug shit.
Losin your wit, get a grip, got me by
The tits, this shit doesn't quit.
I can't even leave my room,
You don't even know,
You don't even have a clue.
Keep talking your shit, all doesn't mean shit.
Forget it, shit hit.
Trip trip tip, nip slip.
Lips split, swits, simps, pimps, russian dicks.
Sick, so sick.
Anxiety can't get it to quit, rid it.
I keep writing this shit hoping it
Would make it quit but it don't make a blimp.
Wimp wimp, boohoo, split it.
That brain now we all f*cking
Hearing the tech to skull, this is so Insane.
Don't be afraid,
I think we all die the same.
What a f*cking waste,
Stop tripping, im kidding.
It's a joke so woke uh
Suck my dick
Witch, choke
sixty9lives - SHUT UP SNITCH (PART2) Lyrics
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Back the bluuu,
Only when i'm
Swerving on that opp
From the top
She a thot
Making me chili
Out the crop pot
Bottom bitch, so soft
So divine
Cuffing my mind
Can't find
Screaming to me uhleanuh
You a crime so divine
Shut up snitch!
You a waste of my time.
Witch, put some f*cking respect on
My name.
This light will not tame.
No one to blame,
Why is this world so f*cking lame?
Off brain, turn the page on my
Membrane, out of this frame.
Aim a different aim, I can explain.
The ground under me is
Shakinge,em,ef,shaking
No one says a thing, uh
Why is it this way!?
Years programmed to proclaim, to
Find the remains, acclaim your accolade.
Bitch, everyone gonna burn the
F*cking same, feeling such shame, Name of the game.
Way of the way, say what you will Say.
Pay, haven't had a dollar in
9 9 9 days, flip that around,
Mark of the inano tech in our brain.
Covert manipulate , mental frame by
The Drake marvins rooom
You know space race lace
Believe me or not, but it's your
F*cking lack of a pace that got us
Here in the first f*cking place.
What a waste,
Don't relate?
Then f*cking here's your
Silver plate
Wake, wake LAKE
Crate, fate, regulate, levitate, Elevated.
Don't be late, I'm late 'cuz of rain, I'm late 'cuz I'm deranged.
I'm late 'cuz I went insane,
I'm late but this ain't a game.
I'm late, not here for fame.
I'm late, I'm in so much pain.
But still, bitch, put some f*cking
Respect on my name.
This light you will not tame.
No one to blame, no one to blame.
Behind every door, it's the f*cking Same.
Why is this world so f*cking lame?
Off I came and you came, now here We are both insane.
Welcome to the end of the game.
Hold onto your brain,
Handlers, dam sandlers f*cking us
Spiritually, it feels just the same.
F*cking la
Life's a f*cking game and you picked
The wrong trait, idiot.
You create to relate but too late, you
Hid your create because you believed
The tape they curate.
Wasted fate,
Loser
F*cking late.
So shut up, the docks await.
Slice and sedate, complicate to hate.
Mass natural disaster, fire, flood,
Mud, rum, crum tums, sum shums.
Drums corrupt, interrupts,
Lean, sprite, and some syrup
Animal Crossing turnips,
Coachella drug shit.
Losin your wit, get a grip, got me by
The tits, this shit doesn't quit.
I can't even leave my room,
You don't even know,
You don't even have a clue.
Keep talking your shit, all doesn't mean shit.
Forget it, shit hit.
Trip trip tip, nip slip.
Lips split, swits, simps, pimps, russian dicks.
Sick, so sick.
Anxiety can't get it to quit, rid it.
I keep writing this shit hoping it
Would make it quit but it don't make a blimp.
Wimp wimp, boohoo, split it.
That brain now we all f*cking
Hearing the tech to skull, this is so Insane.
Don't be afraid,
I think we all die the same.
What a f*cking waste,
Stop tripping, im kidding.
It's a joke so woke uh
Suck my dick
Witch, choke
Only when i'm
Swerving on that opp
From the top
She a thot
Making me chili
Out the crop pot
Bottom bitch, so soft
So divine
Cuffing my mind
Can't find
Screaming to me uhleanuh
You a crime so divine
Shut up snitch!
You a waste of my time.
Witch, put some f*cking respect on
My name.
This light will not tame.
No one to blame,
Why is this world so f*cking lame?
Off brain, turn the page on my
Membrane, out of this frame.
Aim a different aim, I can explain.
The ground under me is
Shakinge,em,ef,shaking
No one says a thing, uh
Why is it this way!?
Years programmed to proclaim, to
Find the remains, acclaim your accolade.
Bitch, everyone gonna burn the
F*cking same, feeling such shame, Name of the game.
Way of the way, say what you will Say.
Pay, haven't had a dollar in
9 9 9 days, flip that around,
Mark of the inano tech in our brain.
Covert manipulate , mental frame by
The Drake marvins rooom
You know space race lace
Believe me or not, but it's your
F*cking lack of a pace that got us
Here in the first f*cking place.
What a waste,
Don't relate?
Then f*cking here's your
Silver plate
Wake, wake LAKE
Crate, fate, regulate, levitate, Elevated.
Don't be late, I'm late 'cuz of rain, I'm late 'cuz I'm deranged.
I'm late 'cuz I went insane,
I'm late but this ain't a game.
I'm late, not here for fame.
I'm late, I'm in so much pain.
But still, bitch, put some f*cking
Respect on my name.
This light you will not tame.
No one to blame, no one to blame.
Behind every door, it's the f*cking Same.
Why is this world so f*cking lame?
Off I came and you came, now here We are both insane.
Welcome to the end of the game.
Hold onto your brain,
Handlers, dam sandlers f*cking us
Spiritually, it feels just the same.
F*cking la
Life's a f*cking game and you picked
The wrong trait, idiot.
You create to relate but too late, you
Hid your create because you believed
The tape they curate.
Wasted fate,
Loser
F*cking late.
So shut up, the docks await.
Slice and sedate, complicate to hate.
Mass natural disaster, fire, flood,
Mud, rum, crum tums, sum shums.
Drums corrupt, interrupts,
Lean, sprite, and some syrup
Animal Crossing turnips,
Coachella drug shit.
Losin your wit, get a grip, got me by
The tits, this shit doesn't quit.
I can't even leave my room,
You don't even know,
You don't even have a clue.
Keep talking your shit, all doesn't mean shit.
Forget it, shit hit.
Trip trip tip, nip slip.
Lips split, swits, simps, pimps, russian dicks.
Sick, so sick.
Anxiety can't get it to quit, rid it.
I keep writing this shit hoping it
Would make it quit but it don't make a blimp.
Wimp wimp, boohoo, split it.
That brain now we all f*cking
Hearing the tech to skull, this is so Insane.
Don't be afraid,
I think we all die the same.
What a f*cking waste,
Stop tripping, im kidding.
It's a joke so woke uh
Suck my dick
Witch, choke
Writer: anxiety robbins
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid