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BERNER FT. CHRIS BROWN & PROBLEM lyrics : "Shut Up"

shut up! shut up!
shut up! shut up!


all they talking they making no brick
you ain't got no money (*##$ shut up!


i'm in the night club rolling butter
she wants me to $#&@ without a rubber man
she got three kids and she wants to have another

not me, no way, i need another diam iece that ay
rose, no thanks, i'm on the sace in this cold but i'm bay
(*##$es throw chain well than more than 16 zippers

fresh cold hoodie, lv slippers all this mollie and
all this striers let me smoke my joint keep the switcher
cold the flipper $#&@ a gold digger, i'm a babe boy yeah baby real go get her

my song better tell this (*##$ shut up
'cause talking like that i get a boyfriend cut us


chorus:
shut up! shut up! all they talking they making no brick
fe-fe-feeling myself so it ain't no $#&@ing

so it ain't no $#&@ing if you ain't give me here
so tell the (*##$ shut up! tell that ^!$$% shut up!
so tell that (*##$ shut up! tell that ^!$$% shut up!

all they yepping they no action you the cracking
if you're tryin to make it happy (*##$


problems, where the legs with no ashes
is like going to the moe with no cash
so like switch it up, switch it up

check coward ^!$$% drop it now big it up
big it up, big it up,
do your thing, (*##$ going get susses

$#&@ you, will you came with the club
need a big spot, ain't talking stans (*##$
bottle poppin five top lighting up the chain

money cop with the language
understand me, you'd better listen me when i talk like a granny
baby pants going down no hammy

wild niga act the #~!!@ with a dick hell the tranny
friends let the famy, friends let the famy
^!$$%s jump %#@!, we go for heat no miami

diamond ain't the family problems the name
licky licky licky now she glad that she came


[chorus:]

look look, shut up ! money too long

looking for a do do mama that i can just pull bone
we too strong i'm tryint to get that #~!!@ when you talking to a dawn
don't be talking too long,

mile close, don't speak, standing on the beach, go b
pop moly, no sleep, she'll be going hard like for weeks,
i still hoe 35 mill hoes, says she want it kick it out good like a feel go

25 kay that's a ear low, 25 mill in the year though
my money on another level i don't buy my girl shoes but my (*##$ a petal
room room not ferrari just as much as the level

she wanna eat some #~!!@ i'ma let her

[chorus:]



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