Shut Ya Mouth, Bitch Songtext
von Project Pat

Shut Ya Mouth, Bitch Songtext

Shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch

Shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya, shut ya, shut ya mouth

Shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch

Shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya mouth bitch
'Cuz you know it's going down in the south bitch


Nigga down here on and you suckas mane but don't get crazy
'Cuz you knows we keep the auto-mag, you pushing daisy's
Never the false shit, I spit the facts 'cuz dogg I'm knowing
I pull on ya bitch I'm riding phat, that hoe is going

We the trillest of the trilly trill, you suckas muggin'
Staying down about a milly mil, this ghetto thuggin'
Got me paid, cowards running lipers, they say I'm flossin'
Hoe my name tasting like some sheeter went in your jaw

And throw these bullets straight at cha grill, commits to walking
From the scenery I keeps it real, I do no talking
Just stupidity I let ya squeal, you get the squaking
Up in yo yard with the wood dog, thirty eight barking

See yo tongues and the root of evil, that's in the Bible
Dig and dirt there should be no sequel, that's to your title
Rumors leakin' out like a faucet, stank like a burger
With some onions or some hot gossip for that I murda

Shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch

Shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya mouth bitch
'Cuz you know it's going down in the south bitch

See I'm the king of the M slash C.E.O of Memphis
Riding hundred thousand dollar cars and feeling so damn pimpish
I'm the reason why you boys went back to your old style
I'm a hit you were it hurt 'cuz DJ Paul so damn wild

I know a bullshit nigga that should've been born dead
Fake as a superman movie, I put some led in his head
Bogus as counterfeit money, my police nigga did hunta
Dropping dimes is his hobby now I want his ho I hit

I used to ride with the illest straight killa niggas D-boys
Rape his fellas but I seen the bigga picture
Like if ya on ya last bag sprinkle little bit of weed
In a blunt 'cuz a nigga had to stretch the figgas

Money don't grow on trees so we had to stack the cheese
Niggas out here phony have ya spooked to slang the keys
Mane, I'm like a diner thief asking niggas pass the piece
Cowards out here hating on me, check the hook this ain't a please faggot

Shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch

Shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya mouth bitch
Discussion always goin' down in the South beach

What's the business? What's the business?
When ya see C.B it big business
I don't wanna here no muthafuckin' shiznet
Just get over there and get that shit bitch

Niggas clapping and clapping, niggas jamming you up
I'm a let off some shots and scream in gats we trust
Ain't no fucking with me, ain't no fucking with us
And if ya be fucking with us we put ya body in dust

I got my glock in my hand, I got my hand on my glock
So if a nigga get wrong mane, then a nigga get popped
'Cuz mane I bet you gone drop, dogg when I close down your shop
So when you out in the public best hang around you a cop

So you can have you some protection 'cuz mane the shit get so hectic
And when I come in yo present nigga, you better respect it
Frayser Boy I unload on one of you bitches though
No understanding when you try to play me like a little hoe, fasho

Shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch

Shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya mouth bitch
Before a nigga hit yo ass in the mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya mouth bitch
'Cuz you know it's going down in the south bitch

Shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch
Shut ya, shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch
Shut ya, shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch
Shut ya, shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch

Shut ya, shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch
Shut ya, shut ya mouth, shut ya mouth, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch
Shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya, shut ya mouth bitch
Shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya mouth bitch, shut ya

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