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jarren benton - shut up bitch lyrics

[intro]
a kato production
ayy, man, this right here
ayy, this for all the people who got somebody naggin’ at ’em
they won’t shut the f-ck up
haters, baby momma’s, n-ggas
leggo

[chorus]
i’m riding dirty in my autobot
i’m doing doughnuts in the parking lot
i’m sipping hangar 1 and i’m smoking pot
b-tch you ’bout to blow my high, cause you talk a lot!
what you tell that ho? shut up b-tch!
what you tell that ho? shut up b-tch!
what you tell that ho? shut up b-tch!
what you tell that ho? shut up b-tch!
what you tell that ho? shut up b-tch!
what you tell that ho? shut up b-tch!
what you tell that ho? b-tch you ’bout to blow my high
leggo

[verse 1]
riding in my autobot, sipping c0ke and captain
got b-tches in my cabin, i’m gon’ drug ’em up and sh-g ’em
two shots and they out: osama bin laden
jacked up, back down from mars and now my main b-tch won’t stop nagging
daaamn! shut up b-tch, bddddrrrr, you’re ’bout to get wet up b-tch
all you do is nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, and now i’m fed up b-tch
i’ve been on the grind like all night long tryna get this bread up, b-tch
all you do is shoot a n-gga down, you’re f-cking my head up, b-tch
man, f-ck that sh-t, i don’t need that ho
in the kitchen with my n-gga kato whipping up that speaker dough
flying down i-20, headed to that east side, blowing reefer smoke
and she won’t shut up so i hit the radio and let the speakers blow
and i’m so wasted off these pbr’s
put a sock in it, b-tch, come give a n-ggas d-ck that cpr
now i’m just riding round and i’m getting it
they tell me sh-t, god d-mn it i’m grown b-tch, i’m not tryna hear it, no

[verse 2]
riding in my autobot, heading to decatur
money over b-tches, they will not come before paper
outfit tailored, new chuck taylors
b-tch i’m so fresh, i’m still in the incubator
my side ho tripping, every night she b-tching
b-tch get in the kitchen, do the dishes, fry some chicken
psych, i’m only kidding, “jarren what you sniffing?
every night you run your f-cking mouth”, i’m like “b-tch zip it”
cruising in my autobot, i’m leaning to the side
but you keep popping that sh-t girl, running your lips and blowing my high
kato on the track, get a hit of this crack, that sh-t so fye
every time you wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, i’m losing my mind!
it ain’t like i like that b-tch, i just want my life back b-tch
d-mn you so annoying, swear to god i wanna fight that b-tch
left her on the highway and i told her “i’ll be right back b-tch”
i should throw the deuces ‘fore i turn around and ike that b-tch!

- jarren benton lyrics

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