Shut Up Lyrics & Tabs by Starlito & Don Trip
Shut Up
guitar chords lyrics
Feat. Don Trip
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I need a calculator and a tape measure
To count it up, my paper long
Shoot your ass with this 22
And you won't die untill you make it home
I don't give a fuck about life
That's my favorite song
We beefin', just know my money right
I could park for (???)
See me in a rental car, pro'ly right, feel good
Drive like somebody wanna kill me,
Somebody gotta feel me
A lot of my partners pro'ly platinum
They shot somebody then forgot about it
Somebody gotta feel me
A lot of my partners pro'ly platinum
They shot somebody then forgot about it
It's magic, pro'ly can't lie about it
Peace for that master cush, let's just say
I'm 'bout it, ride it
Chilling with my Booja bitch, all she eat is calamari
Man went and got killed
Go check her closet, call a party(?)
Broke nig' with the small product
Shooting like a bottle rocket
East side, I gotta shout it
Parachuting, sky diving
Pellet selling, rock climbing
Brothers jumping of the highest mountain
That's fly shit, my kind of shit,
I might ask your lady is she can drive a stick
I'm stunting hard, I bought them all
Take her wid me, I won't buy her shit
(Pre-)
If you don't owe a nigga shit, then this yo' song
If you are, you ain't playn wid it, you know you are
You might feel like me and say fuck 'em,
And then move on
What eva the case, I ain't tryna kid you, just say the line
Shut up, bitch, I'm grindin'
Shut up, bitch, I'm grindin'
Looking for me, lets talk money
That's the only way you will find me
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In case you needed a reminder
We on that grind quip
Won't be surprised that my shoes will scoop
Looka how I climbed up
Working now like the fitness club
Moving pound without signing up
Put cameras er'where
Nigga, I'm tired of fucking a blouse
My niggas is where you find us
Your baby momma justify slut
The only way she having my kid
Is she don't swallow for nine months
I finally mae my mind good
Ain't tryna end up in no line, no
Been major since I was a minor
Earn money more than vagina
I'm tryna tell ya I'm scared to talk on my segment
A hundid pounds of that grade A
My momma ain't raising no failure
I finally got my bells up
Fuck it, why am I using a scale
Straps, I neva get held up
They won't find your ass 'til they smell you
Two pumps like an inhaler
Two months ago I took it ill, brother
I'm just now bouncing up from it
Tryna dribble up these lil' rap money
You niggas ready for gas money
Still cashing checks from cash money
Grind like I'm down to my last honey
Ride 'til I die like a crash dummie
When I'm out, make aturn, yo, I'm riding around
Got my mind on the thousand right now, bitch
When I'm out in the town, ain't no putting me down
Cause them niners are part of my outfit
Shoe with the signers I cunt with
Few hundid bands on my house, bitch
I'm going in like I'm grounded
And my yungins fly, I say round trip
(Pre-)
If you don't owe a nigga shit, then this yo' song
If you are, you ain't playn wid it, you know you are
You might feel like me and say fuck 'em,
And then move on
What eva the case, I ain't tryna kid you, just say the line
Shut up, bitch, I'm grindin'
Shut up, bitch, I'm grindin'
Looking for me, lets talk money
That's the only way you will find me
