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b.c. trice - shut tha fuck up lyrics

[hook]
you ain’t going out baby (shut tha f-ck up)
keep runnin’ on your mouth baby (shut tha f-ck up)
you ain’t putting out baby (shut tha f-ck up)
put it in your mouth so you’ll (shut tha f-ck up)

[verse 1: b.c.trice]

messing with a raggin’ b-tch, a tragedy b-tch
when i met her she was a raggedy b-tch
always a naggin’ bad to me b-tch
kicked out like an academy b-tch
tame slits override loose lips
swallow it, then let me bruise hips
give ya vacations on cruise ships
f-cked up your trip when the news hits
wondering why i bounce those checks
and not doing what the court said
you’re f-cking like a corpse in bed
can’t hear me, so now i use force instead
you shouldn’t ever abort the pledge
blabbing when you need to sort this mess
i taught you a course than fled
bought a p-ssport said report to shed
the creaky door opened, shovel, cracked up on your head
i left the place smoking, rubble, stacked up like my debts
you’ve got an inner struggle sessions racked up like regrets
in a coma, still got more answers than alex tribeck

[hook]

[verse 2: b.c.trice]

still a lackin’ b-tch, still slackin’ b-tch
for silence you just gotta slap a b-tch
don’t need you acting mad at me b-tch
i’ll d-ck out that anatomy b-tch
i know you want this
but i don’t understand what your point is
joint’s lit
i feel like jesus christ is trying to anoint this
i can’t keep my poise hid
cause you’ll never know what noise is
i was tolerant why your toy slid
p-ssy talked more than your mouth did
put a muzzle on
i have the right to make sure that it’s a tight fit
give ya something to guzzle on
when you’re gone
there ain’t no prize to split
that freaky -ss joking, lawyers, trying to jack my sh-t
grab that b-tch, choke ’em, voyeurs all up in my grip
a stabbin’ fl1ck, f-ck ’em, daughters all up on my d-ck
just touching t-ts, stroke ’em love ’em, when they shut their lips

[hook]

[verse 3: b.c.trice]

still a yackin’ b-tch now packin’ b-tch
still running your f-cking trap b-tch
don’t need you acting sad to me b-tch
i’ll rip out all that flattery b-tch
go keep your appointments
i’ll make your f-cking life even more tense
more bent
than a piece of metal breaking jaw bones down to four tenths
that’s when the gore hits
you wouldn’t be loved, remembered, or missed
i’m just rendering gifts, believing myths
spellbound you with some reality sh-t
take another breath and start another sentence
godd-mn i need repentance
throw her out the castle’s fence
voices dimmed, turned to remnants
that sneaking -ss broken, picture the scene would make you grimace
them seething lips open, guess what, here’s a way to make ya finish
sit ’em down and rope ’em
fess up on your way to see the dentist
cause we don’t gotta dope ’em
just a, show ya how big the drill is

[hook, outro]

- b c trice lyrics

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