Trick Daddy - Shut Up Lyrics
Trick daddy f/ trina, co & deuce poppitoChorus:(trick daddy)Ah-haOkayWhats up?Shut up(4 times)Verse 1:(trick daddy)Ridin round in my brand new 99, 4 do volvoI got a pocket full of bsCocoa weed and aint got no place to go thoughBut all my boca boys they know thoughThats fo sho though(are those bugle boy jeans youre wearing? )Hell nah, ho, you know they poloI been used againChoosed againThis time been wrong to chop somethin dumped by one of my union friendsSoon as they seen the benzHatin season was inHell, cause they figured me for not understandin their reason beingBut Im the man for thisWhile yall was doin fine, I was doin timeJust prayin for thisLocked up, make a plan for thisWithout all that fancy shitWay too advanced for thisJust polo socks, tanks top, and drawers upunder my pants and shitShut upChorus (8 times)Verse 2:(trina)Okay, whos the baddest *****Been real, been rich, been done had this shitBig benz, big house and shitThats right, okayI been down with trickOkay, it make sense to mecause if your money aint right you speakin french to meMiss trina, dont play wit meOr you can say miss big, its okay wit meYou need a grand just to speak to meOkay, now you straight wanna sleep wit me?Okay, you better be fo shocause I done left niggas like you stuck beforeOkay, you can ball wit meSince you got a hot knot, spend it all wit meOkay, yall know whats upOkay, uh-huh, I rideShut upChorusVerse 3:(co)This goes out to my nigga rollsAnd them pretty ass jazzy hoes*****, whats upC-o got a verse in the book of thugsSo when I come through, *****, show me loveEverybody that flow, then raise it upYou got that funk, then blaze it upI got two rolls of them phat hoesLate night and Im ready to bustAre you okay?Look like you got a lot to sayOkay, come wit itNiggas keep hidin your ho, what you do that foMe and money mark be done hit itBeen done split itOkay, playboy***** you say, boy?Dont even much bring your ho round cNiggas yall better quit *****in wit meShut upChorusVerse 4:(deuce poppito)Lay down, playboy whats up?What about the slugs in your head and your gutWhats up with the keys to the truckYour niggas aint got bs in the cutWhat up with the safe, whats the combo?Open that shit, nigga, ***** all the convoSay shin, whats up wit ya haitianParty out, birds at the safe house, waitinWhats up, why you strutted, dI aint bout shit, but a quarter keyNigga ya better not be playin meYou gon bleed to death, you understand meWhats upYou ready to go?You ready to tongue kiss with the new 4-4Whats upNigga say somethinSet your crime, ready to spray somethingGun play, how I got the stripes2-4 k turned out the lightsGun play, how I got the stripes2-4 k turned out the lightsChorus (8 times)
