Shut Up!
Lil Playah
GENRE
[Intro]
Hahaha
[Verse 1: Lil Playah]
Hi
She told me that you're not her type (No)
Told me that you're not that guy
She said that you don't match her fly
She want a nigga like me, for real
I'm getting money without a deal
You can't compete, let's be real
And he said he want beef, so the nigga got grilled (Yeah, yeah)
And I'm on the grind everyday
Just had to go get it, had no other way
Bitch, get the hell out my face
I'm gettin' this cake, don't care what you say
She told me that she got a man
I'm fuckin' her friend 'cause that is the plan
I just wanna count up the bands
I don't not need love, do you understand?
[Chorus: Lil Playah]
Mad that I glowed up (Shut up, bitch), yeah (Yeah)
You should've chose up (Bitch)
Now I don't fuck with ya (Yeah)
You cannot fuck with us (Uh)
She said I'm stuck up
I told her, "Shut up" (Yeah)
I told her, "Shut up"
I told her, "Shut up"
[Verse 2: BabySantana]
I'm so high
Man, I feel like I could fly
Pull out my chopper if you don't comply
I ride around with a .9, yeah, yeah
Brand new bag of that Moncler
Nonchalant baby, I don't care
I told her, "Shut up, I don't care"
My money longer than my hair
I feel like Mooky, you can't even come to the crib (Woah)
In an all black coupe and they know who it is (Woah, woah)
Put on the beat and they know who it is
Link at the club, she can't know where I live
[Outro: Lil Playah & BabySantana]
Hi
She told me that you're not her type (She told me that you're not that guy)
Told me that you're not that guy
She said that you don't match her fly (Yeah)
She want a nigga like me, for real
I'm getting money without a deal
You can't compete, let's be real
And he said he want beef, so the nigga got grilled (Yeah, yeah)
Hahaha
[Verse 1: Lil Playah]
Hi
She told me that you're not her type (No)
Told me that you're not that guy
She said that you don't match her fly
She want a nigga like me, for real
I'm getting money without a deal
You can't compete, let's be real
And he said he want beef, so the nigga got grilled (Yeah, yeah)
And I'm on the grind everyday
Just had to go get it, had no other way
Bitch, get the hell out my face
I'm gettin' this cake, don't care what you say
She told me that she got a man
I'm fuckin' her friend 'cause that is the plan
I just wanna count up the bands
I don't not need love, do you understand?
[Chorus: Lil Playah]
Mad that I glowed up (Shut up, bitch), yeah (Yeah)
You should've chose up (Bitch)
Now I don't fuck with ya (Yeah)
You cannot fuck with us (Uh)
She said I'm stuck up
I told her, "Shut up" (Yeah)
I told her, "Shut up"
I told her, "Shut up"
[Verse 2: BabySantana]
I'm so high
Man, I feel like I could fly
Pull out my chopper if you don't comply
I ride around with a .9, yeah, yeah
Brand new bag of that Moncler
Nonchalant baby, I don't care
I told her, "Shut up, I don't care"
My money longer than my hair
I feel like Mooky, you can't even come to the crib (Woah)
In an all black coupe and they know who it is (Woah, woah)
Put on the beat and they know who it is
Link at the club, she can't know where I live
[Outro: Lil Playah & BabySantana]
Hi
She told me that you're not her type (She told me that you're not that guy)
Told me that you're not that guy
She said that you don't match her fly (Yeah)
She want a nigga like me, for real
I'm getting money without a deal
You can't compete, let's be real
And he said he want beef, so the nigga got grilled (Yeah, yeah)
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