Shutcho (The Joy Remix)

Doja Cat

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    Ngathi sekwanele
    Nomabengathini lana
    Size ngomsebenzi
    Ak’thule manje

    I’m not in love
    So don’t forget it
    I’m not in love
    So don’t forget it

    Got a lot of things to be happy ‘bout
    Run my check up while they run they mouth
    Got you cussin’ on a Sunday now
    Run my check up while they run they mouth

    Run it up, run it up
    Shutcho, shutcho goofy ass up
    Run it up, run it up
    Shutcho, shut, shutcho dumb ass up
    Run it up, run it up
    Shutcho, yeah, yeah, shutcho goofy ass up
    Run it up, run it up
    Shutcho, yeah, shutcho dumb ass up

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    They say they want money
    All they do is run they mouth
    I swear all they do is complain
    Bet you thought that shit was funny now
    You thought you was doin’ somethin’
    How you hatin’ on the Lord’s day?
    How you hatin’ on a Sunday?
    Go and take a look at your account

    Yeah
    It’s that weird swag
    Weird money, weird bitches, put me near that
    Prolly see her in her brand new hollyweird bag
    Shawty red flag, put-you-to-the-test bag
    Got good head up on her shoulders, hope this neck last
    I’ma fall off when I want, they gon’ respect that
    Setbacks never stop me, let them get dragged
    Get back, lil’ ho, you don’t know me like that
    Ex-lax, they ain’t shit, they need to check facts

    Run it up, run it up
    Shutcho, shutcho goofy ass up
    Run it up, run it up
    Shutcho, shut, shutcho dumb ass up
    Run it up, run it up
    Shutcho, yeah, yeah, shutcho goofy ass up
    Run it up, run it up
    Shutcho, yeah, shutcho dumb ass up

    I’m a, I’m a, I’m a rich-body bitch
    Thick-body bitch
    Y’all-gon’-make-me-sick body bitch, where’s Roddy Ricch?
    Put-you-in-a-box body bitch, get bodied, bitch
    You-don’t-wanna-talk body bitch, lips prolly zip
    Stop-callin’-me-sis body bitch, we not a kin
    You do not exist to me, miss, I’m not your friend
    I’ma let ‘em wish ‘bout me, bitch, kiss ‘bout me, bitch
    Y’all be steady’ dick-ridin’, don’t you piss on me, bitch
    I just want my toes in the sand, one hunnid bands
    Body lookin’ real overseas, hips motherland
    I can’t even sit in my chair, zip up my pants
    I did all the things I ain’t need, I don’t wanna dance, yeah

    Run it up, run it up
    Shutcho, shutcho goofy ass up
    Run it up, run it up
    Shutcho, shut, shutcho dumb ass up
    Run it up, run it up
    Shutcho, yeah, yeah, shutcho goofy ass up
    Run it up, run it up
    Shutcho, yeah, shutcho dumb ass up

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    Composition: Doja Cat

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