Skeme - Shut Up! lyrics

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Skeme - Shut Up! lyrics

Yeah b**h Ain't goin wit none of dat No games Put the quick flow out on em! [Hook: Skeme] What up b**h, what up hoe These haters worried bout the kid, b**h I know What up b**h, what up hoe That pillow-talking that you doing gotta go (hol' on) Like shut up b**h, shut up b**h, shut up hoe Shut up b**h, shut up b**h, shut up hoe Shut up b**h, shut up b**h, shut up hoe Shut up b**h, shut up b**h, shut up hoe (shhhhhhh) [Verse 1: Skeme] Keep quiet (keep quiet) I don't really wanna hear no talking Gotta run to the money, no jogging Lean got me with the limp when I'm walking Dead presidents tucked in my pocket Had to dig them hoes up out the coffin Got a big boy chain on my neck right now, you don't even wanna know what it cost me Still drink on drink no (?) Still on that gangster sh** with no police Still got that banger on me, use caution b**h I'm a bang this sh** with no arguing And I'm so wavy b**hes gettin nauseous Lil Uzi rockstar, b**h I'm awesome And Ima greedy n***a, I need more than my portion Pull up in Lambos and Rari's and Porsches [Hook: Skeme] What up b**h, what up hoe These haters worried bout the kid, b**h I know What up b**h, what up hoe That pillow-talking that she you gotta go (hol' on) Like shut up b**h, shut up b**h, shut up hoe Shut up b**h, shut up b**h, shut up hoe Shut up b**h, shut up b**h, shut up hoe Shut up b**h, shut up b**h, shut up hoe (shhhhhhh) [Verse 2: Skeme] b**h Ima po' po' leave the diamonds showin Saint laurent sagging with the pistol pokin Twenty chains swinging, got my neck glowing Faucet drippin on me with the water flowing Ima savage and these n***as know it If they ain't informed n***a now you know it My whole closet foreign, got my sh** imported You don't sit in the 'vent cuz you ain't important n***a Sip the potent potion, still I indulge in it I can't think of sleep when there's more dough to go get I stretch it flip real, stretch it flip real, stretch it flip it Make the work do aerobics I don't do no hoe sh**, the hood (?) That G sh** ain't nuthin, you can die how you want You n***as say you was on, I need proof cuz if that sh** the truth how the f** we ain't notice

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