Lyrics Juicy J – Shut Da Fuc Up
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Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up
Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up
Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up
Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up
Order up a couple 100 bottles, tear the club up
‘Bout to spend a 100 on these models, tear the club up
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up, I put a dub up
Order up a couple 100 bottles, tear the club up
‘Bout to spend a 100 on these models, tear the club up
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up, I put a dub up
Came from the north side, now I’m sittin’ court sides, still close range with the shooters
Still sayin’ fuck it, buying bucket after bucket, I don’t even know why I still do it
You didn’t give me bread, you can give me head, hold up baby let me show you how you really do it
I walk like a pimp and I talk like a pimp, got game but she already knew it
I gave them a chance, ?
couple million but they already blew it
I smoke that weed and I drank that drank, on a block and my trap house boomin’
I do it for my gangsters and I do it for the hustlers on the block tryna get somethin’ movin’
I do it for my Three 6 niggas, that’s Chat, that’s Black, that’s Paul, that’s Pat
I do it for the hometown, all my niggas on now, hate to put the city on my back
Memphis taking shots now, niggas gettin’ shot down, married to the semi, I’m strapped
Shit get hot now, ridin’ with the top down, listen to the north nigga back
Might as well name this club after me cause I’m bout to turn it up like that
Order up a couple 100 bottles, tear the club up
‘Bout to spend a 100 on these models, tear the club up
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up, I put a dub up
Order up a couple 100 bottles, tear the club up
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up, I put a dub up
I’ma hustle till I die, why you think I be so fly
I don’t even break a sweat, promise I won’t even try
30 inches off the ground, on my bitches booty round
Rolling up another doobie, I just put the other out
Bitch I got some dope that make your ass pay hide and seek
Bitch I got the fire weed, I’m the boss can’t fire me
Made it through the violence, we had silencers and lots of beams
All of my niggas proud of me, all them niggas doubted me
Order up a couple 100 bottles, tear the club up
‘Bout to spend a 100 on these models, tear the club up
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up, I put a dub up
Order up a couple 100 bottles, tear the club up
‘Bout to spend a 100 on these models, tear the club up
If you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up, I put a dub up
