paroles de chanson stfu - midwxst archive
Said,
from
the
jump
I
been
told
niggas,
like
Huh,
that
I
that,
that
I
go
crazy
with
it
y'all
niggas
'bouta
find
out
You
know
music
is,
like,
music
is,
like
Something
that
you
gotta
take
care
of,
you
know?
Grow
into
Somethin'
you
have
to,
you
gotta
learn
how
to
handle
You
gotta
learn
how
to
take
in
and
understand
everything,
you
know?
But
the
thing
is
with
me,
so
that
shit's
easy
anyway,
hahaha
(You
lose,
ehe)
Shut
the
fuck
up,
nigga
Fanta
in
my
cup,
blow
Bucks,
not
Swishers
Nigga
think
he
safe
'til
we
get
up
with
you
After
that
show,
know
yo'
bitch
want
a
picture
Chop
a
lil'
thot,
nigga,
you
won't
kiss
her
Brand
new
crib
with
a
shiny
lil'
fixture
She
call
me
dad,
nigga
call
me
mister
And
bro
sip
drank,
goin'
straight
to
his
liver
Can't
worry
'bout
a
bitch,
ain't
no
babysitter
Ride
around
town,
and
I
stay
with
my
hitters
(Oh,
yeah)
Mow
a
boy
down
likе
some
goddamn
clippers
(Oh,
yeah)
Makе
sure
he
can't
swim,
we
gon'
take
them
flippers
(Oh,
yeah)
Been
callin'
them
shots,
already
know
that
I'm
Skipper
(Oh,
yeah)
Know
I'm
gettin'
that
green
like
the
GEICO
lizard
(Oh,
yeah)
Yo'
girl
in
my
phone,
say
I'm
a
good
kisser
(Oh,
yeah)
Knew
a
nigga
fake,
had
to
crop
him
out
the
picture
(Oh,
yeah,
yeah)
Lil'
bitch,
said
he
gettin'
money
But
his
ass
ain't
rich
(Lil'
bitch,
oh,
yeah)
In
that
Hellcat,
shit
gon'
flip
Niggas
talkin'
'bout
me,
better
watch
they
lips
Already
know
I'd
blow
up,
yeah,
I
put
in
my
chips
I
ain't
got
no
time
to
respond
to
no
diss
Ain't
got
no
time
to
respond
to
no
list
Ain't
got
no
time
to
respond
to
yo'
shit
I
ain't
got
no
time,
got
no
time
Lil'
nigga,
yo'
ass
fall
in
line
Finna
glow
with
my
brothers,
know
we
all
gon'
shine
Got
brothers
locked
up,
know
they
doin'
that
time
Niggas
screamin',
"Free",
nigga,
out
that
nine
Better
watch
yo'
tone
if
you
like
yo'
life
Get
me
out
yo'
phone,
nigga,
don't
even
type
Livin'
rent
free
in
yo'
head,
in
yo'
life
(Bitch)
Shut
the
fuck
up,
nigga
Fanta
in
my
cup,
blow
Bucks,
not
Swishers
Nigga
think
he
safe
'til
we
get
up
with
you
After
that
show,
know
yo'
bitch
want
a
picture
Chop
a
lil'
thot,
nigga,
you
won't
kiss
her
Brand
new
crib
with
a
shiny
lil'
fixture
She
call
me
dad,
nigga
call
me
mister
And
bro
sip
drank,
goin'
straight
to
his
liver
Shut
the
fuck
up,
nigga
Fanta
in
my
cup,
blow
Bucks,
not
Swishers
Nigga
think
he
safe
'til
we
get
up
with
you
After
that
show,
know
yo'
bitch
want
a
picture
Chop
a
lil'
thot,
nigga,
you
won't
kiss
her
Brand
new
crib
with
a
shiny
lil'
fixture
She
call
me
dad,
nigga
call
me
mister
And
bro
sip
drank,
goin'
straight
to
his
liver
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