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letoa - stfu! lyrics

[intro: letoa]
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oh, f+ck

[chorus: letoa]
i+i+in the whip, huh, yeah, we dressed up (dressed up)
i got all the weaponry, brought it like tvashtr (k!llamanjaro)
wanna f+ck on ronny, meet me at the treasure, ella (ella)
racks on my ammonia, b+tch, was stuck in my dresser (ayy), huh, yeah
gucci, gucci, louis, louis, fendi, fendi, prada (all that prada)
spilled my drink on my designer, now this sh+t just got me f+cked up (yeah, f+cked up)
plottin’, they so envious, on fans and they not proud o’ me
if they ain’t at my shows i tell ’em all to shut the f+ck up (shut the f+ck up)
[verse: letoa, 8percent]
walk in this spot, b+tch, i’m lookin’ like cash
hop in a tesla, goin’ way too fast, foreign
i tell that b+tch+ninja, “flex for me” (yeah, yeah)
yeah, i went and got my racks up, yeah
tell that p+ssy+boy to catch up, yeah
he gon’ breakup, better catch her
f+ck it+f+ck it, had to go and flex up, yeah
f+ck it, boy, i had to go get it, like
anyway, i wasn’t kiddin’, i went and got it, yeah
f+ck it, they was talkin’ down but now that i’m up
ain’t no way they can stop it, yeah
they ain’t f+ck wit’ the vision
but, everyday, i be wakin’ up to profits
y’all ninjas ain’t got five cents

[verse: letoa]
ninjas be talkin’ that nonsense
she blowin’ my phone but i ain’t respondin’
b+tch started to moan, i’m on different timin’
i went and told these thots that we shinin’
f+ck, “bend her back” what’s got me coughin’
you wanna talk but you lost it
b+tch, i’ma shine ’til i’m in a coffin

[pre+chorus: 8percent]
tell ’em, “shut the f+ck up”
tell ’em, “shut the f+ck up”
tell ’em, “shut the f+ck up,” yeah
tell ’em, “shut the f+ck up”
tell ’em, “shut the f+ck up”
tell ’em, “shut the f+ck up”
[chorus: letoa]
i+i+in the whip, huh, yeah, we dressed up
i got all the weaponry, brought it like tvashtr
wanna f+ck on ronny, meet me at the treasure, ella
racks on my ammonia, b+tch, was stuck in my dresser, huh, yeah
gucci, gucci, louis, louis, fendi, fendi, prada
spilled my drink on my designer, now this sh+t just got me f+cked up
plottin’, they so envious, on fans and they not proud o’ me
if they ain’t at my shows i tell ’em all to shut the f+ck up
i+i+in the whip, huh, yeah, we dressed up (dressed up)
i got all the weaponry, brought it like tvashtr (k!llamanjaro)
wanna f+ck on ronny, meet me at the treasure, ella (ella)
racks on my ammonia, b+tch, was stuck in my dresser (ayy), huh, yeah
gucci, gucci, louis, louis, fendi, fendi, prada (all that prada)
spilled my drink on my designer, now this sh+t just got me f+cked up (yeah, f+cked up)
plottin’, they so envious, on fans and they not proud o’ me
if they ain’t at my shows i tell ’em all to shut the f+ck up (shut the f+ck up) (f+ck up)

- letoa lyrics

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