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letra de shut up* - yeat

lyrics from snippet

[chorus]
yeah, my money big, yeah, my money talkin’
nah, i don’t need you, i really don’t want you (d-mn, trgc made that?)
my money be twerkin’, my money do dances (woah)
yeah, shut up
i already heard you, i don’t wanna answer
you ruin everything ’cause you [?]

[verse]
you not that guy ’cause i’m him, yeah
i ride that big body right out the lot, that gle came with a tint
i don’t wanna hear none of the sh-t that you sayin’
you cap out your chinny chin-chin
i’m rockin’ the latest designer, the finest of fur, that’s that chinchilla skin
they tryna copy the wave and i told them they can’t even surf a wave on it, yeah
they steady been copyin’ my sound, they some birds, they a parrot if i’m being honest, yeah
why you been cappin’ ’bout your whole life?
how is you writin’ ’bout a whole lie?
how you stay rappin’ ’bout these d-mn drugs you ain’t ever tried once your whole life?
yeah, these kids is some motherf-ckin’ burgers, i’m callin’ them five guys
yeah, [?] grease ball, yeah, he fried-fried
i been pulled up in that bentley, that b-tch got them frog eyes
they tryna bite the swag, but that b-tch [?]
i can’t advertise, she set me up, it’s 160 l!cks
can’t even count the songs i made in a month, that’s 166
they say, “yeat, how you [?], how you so steady with it?”
they say, “yeat, how your pockets swollen? you gotta show me that sh-t”
boutta tell you how i’m doin’ ‘n sh-t
i got the devil on my phone, he told me keep doin’ this sh-t
yeah, devil taught me how to get rich
yeah, how many bands? 6-6
[?] in a minute, a couple of big sticks
she better ride me like she on a ripstik
yeah, they said, “what’s the drug of your choice?” i told him, “it’s your b-tch’s lipstick”
yeah, i put a [?] in a helicopter, i’m goin’ nuts, yeah
i hit a fifty band and i turned it to a hundred [?]
these labels need to go sign me a deal but peep all the diamonds, b-tch, i’m already up
i got a lil’ thotty, that b-tch is the baddest
she up in that coupe and she suckin’ me up
[chorus]
yeah, my money big, yeah, my money talkin’
nah, i don’t need you, i really don’t want you (d-mn, trgc made that?)
my money be twerkin’, my money do dances (woah)
yeah, shut up
i already heard you, i don’t wanna answer
you ruin everything ’cause you [?]

- yeat

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