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chris brown - shut down lyrics

[hook: chris brown]
pull up in that all black mask with the .40 on my side
couple shots and this sh-t shut down
pop a 100 bottles in the club
and we still turnt up even after the sh-t shut down
we gon’ get wild (got that sh-t shut down)
we blowin’ loud (got that sh-t shut down)
pull up on ya (gettin’ this sh-t shut down)
you can f-ck around and get this sh-t shut down

[verse 1: chris brown]
all i do is hustle for the benefits
and with the money team but i don’t need a membership
i got a couple foreign lesbians up in the whips
i’m blowing loud like it was a sega genesis
i can tell you n-gg-s what the business is
i bet i take a n-gg- food ‘fore he finish it
take an l n-gg-, you don’t know what winnin’ is
i be pushin’ like i don’t know what the limit is
hit the club submarine style, in here too deep
ballin’ like a pro, sumo level on
man that cali’s what i’m flaunting so i’m back on fleek
you ain’t talkin’ bout money, homie now i’m in the streets
cause you don’t know who came with the heat
cause you and your crew lookin’ weak, hey

[verse 2]
run up in your trap, it’s a kick though
caught you with your pants down, this a sh-t show
call me dollars starin’ high, n-gg- let the clip go
i’ll whoop a p-ssy n-gg- like klitschko
now my old b-tch trippin’, she won’t let go
say my att-tude bad but my d-ck gold
young n-gg- trap in designer, i thought i remind ya, my meat is turkey lasagna
why i got the birds, what the business is?
got my lamborghini really, i don’t need a b-tch
i just met the plug in san antonio
i send the b-tch and the pack down to tokyo
same day turn around on some merri-go
and my weed so loud i can’t hear ya hoe
and you know you dismissed before you exist b-tch

[verse 3]
b-tch we out here brackin’, what the business is?
i just put a mili out the trap and bought the dealership
back to back lambs for the b-tter black ghost
told her i just want the cream, swear these n-gg-s like toast
bought an all red beam and it came with a scope
while these n-gg-s talkin’ chickens, i just get it out the boat
ship it for the highest ticket, right now it’s for the low
all my b-tches with the sh-t cause i can’t f-ck with square hoes, low

[verse 4: kid red]
look, look, i ain’t never been afraid of a n-gg-
black rozay, 12 gauge on a n-gg-
stay with the heat, d-wade on a n-gg-
hop up out the whip, catch a fade with a n-gg-, oh lord
n-gg- be wildin’ on b-tches, kickin’ down doors
that’s cause we come from them trenches
no we can’t f-ck with them snitches
tippin’ on fours, ohb all with the business
n-gg- mighta ran up in your trap spot
get it then i’m gone, counting all the laptops
30 white b-tches on my hip, that’s a jackpot
headin’ to the bank cause we busy ’bout to cash out, woah
blackout, no
all the n-gg- ransom in your trap house
that’s a blackout woah
it’s ohb sh-t, f-ck with some real ones, yeah

[verse 5]
50 round clip’ll get this b-tch shut down
kickin’ field goals, catchin’ plays, touch down
all my n-gg-s on the mission, opp sh-t, man down
flexin’ hard, diamonds dancin’ like they chris brown n-gg-
i caught a plug, got them packs sent down
i’m flexin’ when my n-gg-s got them bands right now
if that goofy wanna snitch i got the ruger right now
30 shots do it to you right now, aye
and you know how we rockin’
f-ckin’ with bad b-tches on c-ke and molly
put molly in act now we turnt in the party
too turnt in the party, we don’t even got no option
you know my gang and we runnin’ sh-t
always be 100 billion b-tch

[outro: chris brown]
sh-t shut down, sh-t shut down
sh-t shut down, sh-t shut down

- chris brown lyrics

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