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    Shut the fuck up (ooh)
    Shut the fuck up
    Shut the fuck up
    Shut the fuck up

    Is there heaven for a pig?
    Might spray paint that on my van
    Hit two hundred on the bridge
    Screamin': Catch me if you can
    Mama, I'm not comin' home
    I've been livin' with the band
    Ayy, fuck stickin' to the plan
    I'm tryna stick it to the man

    What? (Woo)
    I'm out of luck, rush, what?
    Now I feel the rush
    I'm really out of touch
    Now the crowd has been so touched and the mobs don't rush
    What? What?
    No time
    Eyes so rushed

    I done fucked up
    Off this shit, I lucked up
    Yeah, they fucked up
    They done got me fucked up
    Now I'm fucked up
    Off that shit that I done drunk
    Man, these niggas out of luck
    What?

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    (Ayy-ayy) how you ask for a handouts and you ain't hit the concrete?
    They say Hatians eatin' cats, I make sure my dogs eat
    Rich, rich, rich, rich, I make sure it's under the seat
    Eh, eh, eh, eh, I ain't got no time for the weak (ayy-ayy)

    No time, look at the Patek (no time)
    Keep lookin' back at it (no time)
    Yeah, what's up, sir? I'm really up, up
    Tell Gousse, tell these niggas duck-duck
    When are you and Rihanna? (Shut the fuck up)
    Like when's the new album gonna–? (Shut the fuck up)
    Back the fuck up
    Watch your mouth or get packed the fuck up

    Ah, shoot 'em in a barrell (ah, kill, kill)
    Keep on wakin' till the overkill
    Big old bully and a half a milli'
    Get up with 'em in a half a milli'
    A$AP [?]
    Pull up, goofy, nigga, shut the fuck up
    [?] bucka-bucka
    Show no mercy to these motherfuckers

    What?
    I'm out of luck, rush, what?
    Now I feel the rush
    I'm really out of touch
    Now the crowd has been so touched and the mobs don't rush
    No time, what? (No time)
    Eyes so rushed

    It's like throw some shit (ayy-ayy)
    Sock a bitch, throw some shit (ayy-ayy)
    Bitch talkin' like she know some shit
    Broke nigga always owe some shit
    Always beggin', tryna hold some shit
    He ain't my twin, on some Olsen shit
    Quit lyin' to hoes like he close and shit
    I'm a grown man, on my wholesome shit
    Talk my shit, boy, I torture this
    Pretty boyish, grew up with the pimps and socialists
    Always on my shit like porcelain
    In the moshpit with all my ornaments
    And my chain's twisted like contortionist
    Order office, I went corporate
    Too much insubordinates, unfortunately, it disappointin' me
    Be off this shit, bitch (no time)

    [?] dance from (brraow, brraow)
    That could be a face lift (ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
    You need it, [ándale?] (ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)
    He ain't even onto that (ayy-ayy)
    That could be a face lift (ayy-ayy)
    That could be a dumb split (ayy-ayy)
    That could be a face lift (oh)
    He ain't even onto that
    Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
    Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
    Shut the fuck up, bitch (shut the fuck up)
    Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
    Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
    Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
    Shut the fuck up, let me hear it (shut the fuck up)
    Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
    Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
    Shut the fuck up, bitch (shut the fuck up)
    Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
    Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
    Shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
    Shut the fuck up, let me hear it (shut the fuck up)

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    Composición: Rakim Mayers, Larrance Dopson, Adam King Feeney, Deaton Chris Anthony, Jordan Patrick, Brahim Gousse, Keione Dante Benson y Lamar Mars Edwards

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