Peace & Quiet by GoldChain Malik & Quinton Brown Lyrics

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Im tired of hypocrite freaks
With tongues in their cheeks
Turning their eyes as they speak
They make me sick and tired

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Peace & Quiet lyrics [GoldChain Malik & Quinton Brown]

GoldChain Malik & Quinton Brown: Peace & Quiet Lyrics






Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Peace & Quiet”

  • Featuring: GoldChain Malik, Quinton Brown
  • Produced: GoldChain Malik, Quinton Brown
  • Written: GoldChain Malik, Quinton Brown
  • Release Date: December 25, 2021

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[Intro]

Im tired of hypocrite freaks
With tongues in their cheeks
Turning their eyes as they speak
They make me sick and tired

[Verse: GoldChain Malik]

I do what I feel
Hand on mic like welding to steel
It’s hot here cowboy
Don’t burn in the field
Dust to dust you Urning a meal
Who want six with the desperado
Nigga Hold guala
Pinch pennys don’t play lotto
Pimp simply we to hard follow
Sept Quinton no ones in my pile
Skipped mention will that snatch ya smile
Kid
Hella mileage you spent on them little round tracks
Bound to baggage break back
Like get free
Gеt money get something
Kid
Flow еffortlessly
Elements undisturbed
Like rivers
Nigga been here before
Heart of the city, I’m pure
As the sun up
Nigga What’s up, y’all fed up
My records moving outta store

[Verse 2: Quinton Brown]

(Yeah)
Door been open on the road gliding before nigga was ridding them low
Rims with the spokes trunk with the sub providing the bass when I’m riding the flow
Fuck all you know fuck all your hoes. Fuck on you bitch I don’t even do shows
Plus when I do imma fuck her some more. Don’t be so fake like you knew me before
I wanted waves I wanted braids
Wanted to flex now a nigga wants paid
Y’all niggas slaves to society
Dick riding but ain’t riding me
Chicken wings with a side piece
5 piece with a diet please. Piece of mind keep it quiet please
See them trying but ain’t trying me

But these niggas keep on talking what you talking bout
Broke nigga what you talking bout
Niggas keep talking what you talking bout
Broke nigga what you talking bout