Fraser T Smith - Shut Up lyrics

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Fraser T Smith - Shut Up lyrics

[Intro] Right State your name, cuz Stormzy, init What we doing today? Repping, init Yeah, f**ing repping, init Yeah, fire in the park, let's go! [Hook] Man try say he's better than me Tell my man shut up Mention my name in your tweets Oi rudeboy, shut up Better than me? Shut up Best in the scene? Tell my man, yo, yo [Verse] Couple man called me a backup dancer Onstage at the BRITs, I'm a backup dancer If that makes me a backup dancer The man in your vids, backup dancer The man in your pics, backup dancer Man wanna chat about backup dancer Big man like me with a beard I'm a big man, how the f** can I Army comes everywhere I go I can't run when my enemies show Walk in the club with all of my tugs Party's done, everybody go home Apart from the girl dem, you lot stay Walk in the club, all the girls say hey Tell a man like I'm K to the A There's no champagne, we don't rave Yeah, I'm the best, I'm so co*ky I've got a mob like A$AP Rocky I set trends, dem man copy They catch feelings, I catch bodies They roll deep, I roll squaddy Got about 25 goons in my posse They drink Bailey's, I drink Vossy I get merky, they get worried If you got a G-A-T, bring it out Most of the real badboys live in south If you wanna do me something, I'm about I'm not a gangster, I'm just about But you see my man over there with the pouch? Dare one of you man try get loud All of my mandem move so foul I might sing but I ain't sold out Nowadays all of my shows sold out Headline tour, yeah blud, sold out When we roll in, they roll out I'm so London, I'm so south Food in the ends like there ain't no drought Flipz don't talk like he's got no mouth I wanna make my mum so proud Like "yo Mum, book a flight, go now" All of my ex girls stalking me hard Talk to my face, don't talk to my palm Had four bills and I bought a new car Little red whip that I bought for my marge I straight murk, it's a walk in the park I take care when I water my plants These MCs wanna talk about Lord of the Mics You ain't even lord of your yard Dead MCs, blud, leave me alone Me and your girl, we speak on the phone k** a whole crew of MCs on my own k** a whole crew of MCs for the throne Look, I was out hungry, so damn hungry Man tried eat then leave me the bones Now these n***as, they need me to grow Hot chocolate and a panini to go I'm a big man, f** a postcode war Man were upset about the MOBO Awards Yeah, I was ga**ed at the MOBO Awards Why? Cause I ain't won a MOBO before Duh, all of you MCs sound so bitter Shut down Wireless, shut down Twitter Shoutout Deepee, shoutout Flipper Best my age, yeah blud, look If you don't rate me, shame on you If you don't rate me, shame on you Can I order a d**hbed for an MC? He wants beef with me? Make that two Anyone else wanna make that move? Anyone else wanna pay their dues? Imposters wanna take my tunes, check it Stiff Chocolate, yeah, my face so smooth Don't even talk too much, you're a talker Dem man still go halves on a quarter See me turn from a prince to a pauper Two cigarettes and a bottle of water Told the bouncers get the bottles in order Man in the kitchen putting in orders Stiff Chocolate, skin clear like water Smooth on this ting, start locking up daughters [Single Version Outro] Yeah, so shut your f**ing stupid mouths Chatting bare f**ing sh** Shut the f** up, shut your f**ing mouth Oi rudeboy, shut up One time yeah, chatting bare f**ing sh** Shut up, man p**y, what? [Video Version Outro] Brown skin girl in the club, I want that one Who's got Rizla and chip? I wanna strap one

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