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blocboy jb - shut yo mf mouth lyrics

[intro]
i’m in the trap like a mouse
cheese on the couch, weed by the ounce (dj)
had a qp, but it got down
plug bullsh+ttin’, f+ck it, get a pound
b+tch, shut your motherf+ckin’ mouth
k!llers in and out, runnin’ through your house
pistol in your mouth, f+ck you talkin’ ’bout? (dj dee boogie, n+gga)
you say you ’bout dollars, quit bustin’ your mouth
q got the sauce, n+gga
hahaha
ha, ayy (shirection)
shut up, lil’ b+tch, ayy
shut up, lil’ ho
i see you be walkin’ around (ha), givin’ every n+gga some throat
ayy, you walk in the door, i know you saw dope
ayy, i f+ck on your girlfriend and your best friend, chase some hoes
ayy, yeah

[chorus]
b+tch, shut your motherf+ckin’ mouth
b+tch, shut your motherf+ckin’ mouth
f+ck is you talkin’ about?
ain’t nothin’ to argue about
b+tch, shut your motherf+ckin’ mouth
b+tch, shut your motherf+ckin’ mouth
f+ck is you talkin’ about?
ain’t nothin’ to argue about
b+tch, shut your motherf+ckin’ mouth
b+tch, shut your motherf+ckin’ mouth
f+ck is you talkin’ about?
ain’t nothin’ to argue about
b+tch, shut your motherf+ckin’ mouth
b+tch, shut your motherf+ckin’ mouth
f+ck is you talkin’ about?
ain’t nothin’ to argue about
[verse]
b+tch, shut your motherf+ckin’ mouth
k!llers in and out, runnin’ through your house (dj)
pistol in your mouth, f+ck you talkin’ ’bout?
you say you ’bout dollars, quit bustin’ your mouth
i’m in the trap like a mouse
cheese on the couch, weed by the ounce
had a qp, but it got down
plug bullsh+ttin’, f+ck it, get a pound
silencer suppress the sound
whole lotta k!llers keep hang us around
if there’s a opp, pull around
i swear i’ma k!ll him if somethin’ go down
free my dogs up in the pound
first+degree murder, they filled him with rounds
my n+ggas was murkin’ and deal to the mouth
hit you with the squirter when no one’s around
rollin’, strikin’ like bowlin’
f+ckin’ on a b+tch, that’s where the phone is
stacks so fat in my wallet, it ain’t foldin’
up on a opp like, “what is you holdin’?”
what is you holdin’?
he got that work, so i’m lookin’ for photos
f+ck on my old b+tch for some closure
if you can’t see me, put on your bifocals
[interlude]
yeah
put them glasses on, young n+gga
’cause i know you can’t see me
ha, ’cause you know my frame rate bad
know these b+tches, know they don’t stand no chance
i get them on they knees, you know they eat the man
for real
woah, woah
whole lotta shots for any opp, man
and tell that b+tch over there in the corner, in the, of the room right there
tell that b+tch shut her motherf+ckin’ mouth

- blocboy jb lyrics

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