SHH Don’t Sleep by King Devi Lyrics
All the talk, keep coming
I bet u won’t walk, run it
All of this talk, keep coming
I bet u won’t walk, run it
Oh U got the key to city
Ain’t got it on lock, u stuntin
Oh u got the key to the city?
U ain’t got it on lock, u stuntin
Now u talking Glock? Bum shit
You better stop, u know that I’m preaching
I’m not a killer, it won’t stop the plot
Keep thinking your realer, I got the Guap
You better stop, I can really get u shot, shot
I don’t really need a Glock, hot
I will take u to the chop shop
Auto on the Lotto (lottery)
Girlfriend lookin like a model (modeling)
She want a girlfriend
Like Mulatto (lotta things)
She bad
Tell
But don’t tall tale
Somebody pass me the bottle
I don’t need a perc to blackout
My demons
Within
Feel like clouds
That’s why changе
Is all I talk about
But don’t doubt?
I Doubt it
You’re Doubting Me
Thinking I won’t get thе cash that I seek
Nana, Marquan, Papa, Rest In Peace
I’ll just let the music shoot my enemies
Bet that youll get in your feelings
When I hit your dome with that weight
Keep running your mouth
Pussy boi And di gully ah creep
Watch your back In the night
Shh, Your life close to reach
Buss your head open Wit a silent 9
Hire some killers to ruin your life
I know I’m deserving
I’ll take what’s mine
Run straight to the top
Always on my grind
Exploding like field mines
Shh, Ain’t no talking when I grab the mic
I’m beating this beat up
Like It’s hittin my mind
Like I’m hitting gas
To get pain off my mind
Explaining my songs
Like I’m really using these signs
I relate to a lot
But don’t speak in line
You’ll have to be smart
To pick up what I’m sayin
Don’t play the part you don’t know a thing
Guess where u laying
When di gully ah creep
Shh, shh, shh, she
Don’t sleep shh
Don’t sleep
When di gully ah creep
I bet u won’t walk, run it
All of this talk, keep coming
I bet u won’t walk, run it
Oh U got the key to city
Ain’t got it on lock, u stuntin
Oh u got the key to the city?
U ain’t got it on lock, u stuntin
Now u talking Glock? Bum shit
You better stop, u know that I’m preaching
I’m not a killer, it won’t stop the plot
Keep thinking your realer, I got the Guap
You better stop, I can really get u shot, shot
I don’t really need a Glock, hot
I will take u to the chop shop
Auto on the Lotto (lottery)
Girlfriend lookin like a model (modeling)
She want a girlfriend
Like Mulatto (lotta things)
She bad
Tell
But don’t tall tale
Somebody pass me the bottle
I don’t need a perc to blackout
My demons
Within
Feel like clouds
That’s why changе
Is all I talk about
But don’t doubt?
I Doubt it
You’re Doubting Me
Thinking I won’t get thе cash that I seek
Nana, Marquan, Papa, Rest In Peace
I’ll just let the music shoot my enemies
Bet that youll get in your feelings
When I hit your dome with that weight
Keep running your mouth
Pussy boi And di gully ah creep
Watch your back In the night
Shh, Your life close to reach
Buss your head open Wit a silent 9
Hire some killers to ruin your life
I know I’m deserving
I’ll take what’s mine
Run straight to the top
Always on my grind
Exploding like field mines
Shh, Ain’t no talking when I grab the mic
I’m beating this beat up
Like It’s hittin my mind
Like I’m hitting gas
To get pain off my mind
Explaining my songs
Like I’m really using these signs
I relate to a lot
But don’t speak in line
You’ll have to be smart
To pick up what I’m sayin
Don’t play the part you don’t know a thing
Guess where u laying
When di gully ah creep
Shh, shh, shh, she
Don’t sleep shh
Don’t sleep
When di gully ah creep