Текст, перевод и аккорды “Shut Up”
- Trick Daddy: We gon' let the band deal wit' this Ha ha, uh MIA Style, ha Old School Uh huh Okay, Shut Up Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x) Ah ha, Okay What's Up, Shut Up Trick Daddy: Ridin' 'round in my brand new, '99, 4 do', Volvo I got a pocket full of B's, cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho' But all my Boca Boys they know though, that's fo' sho' though (Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearing?) Hell nah ho you know they Polo I been used again, choosed again This time been wrong to chop somethin' dumped by one of my union friends Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin' season was in Hell cause they figured me for not understandin' their reason being But I'm the man for this While y'all was doin' fine I was doin' time just, prayin' for this Locked up, make a plan for this Without all that fancy shit Way too advanced for this Just Polo socks, tanks tops and drawers up under my pants and shit Shut Up Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x) Trina: Okay who's the baddest bitch I been real, been rich, bee don' had this shit Big Benz, big house and shit That's right, okay I been down with Trick Okay it make sense to me Cause if your money ain't right you stick it French to me Miss Trina don't play wit' me Or you can say Miss Big, it's okay wit' me You need a grand just to speak to me Okay, are you sure you wanna sleep wit' me Okay, you better be fo' sho' Cause I don' left niggaz like you stuck befo' Okay, you can ball wit' me Okay, since you got a hot knot spend it all wit' me Okay, y'all know what's up Okay, uh huh, I ride, Shut Up Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x) Co: This goes out to my nigga Rolls and them pretty ass jazzy hoes, bitch what's up Co got a verse in the Book of Thugs So when I come through bitch show me love Everbody that flow, then raise it up You got that funk, then blaze it up I got 2 mo' of them phat hoes, late night and I ready to bust Are you okay Look like you got alot to say Okay, come wit' it Niggaz keep hidin' your ho, what you do that fo' Me and Money Mark bee don' hit it, been don' split it Okay playboy, fuck you say boy Don't even much bring your ho 'round C Niggaz y'all better quit fuckin' wit' me Shut Up Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x) Duece Poppito: Lay down, playboy what's up What about the slugs in your head and your gut What's up with the keys to your truck Your niggaz ain't got B's in the cut What's up with the safe, what's the combo Open that shit nigga fuck all the convo Say Shin, what's up wit' ya hatian Party out, birds at the safehouse, waitin' What's up why you struted D I ain't 'bout shit but a quarter ki Nigga ya better not be playin' me You gon' bleed to death, you understand me What's up you ready to go You ready to tongue kiss with the new 4-4 What's up fuck nigga say somethin' Set your crime, ready to spray somethin' Gun play, how I got the stripes 2-4-K turned out the lights Gun play, how I got the stripes 2-4-K turned out the lights Chorus: Trick Daddy (8x)
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