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- Lil’ Kim Shut Up ***** 歌词
- Lil’ Kim
- I heard she mad rich I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke shut up b**ch
Ayo Kim can spit man she don't write her sh*t
Nah Biggie wrote her sh*t shut up b**ch
I heard she goin' to jail I heard she out on bail
She done f**ked up now shut up b**ch
Why she got her nosed fixed why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my sh*t damn shut up b**ch
Everybody talkin' all these haters hawkin'
Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin'
Damn can't a b**ch breathe Gimmie room please
I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze
I used to ride in a rental Lebaron
Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes Mclaren
(Hey Kim what up )
Gotta put the doors up haters pick ya jaws up
I'm in the Trump International 30 floors up
(So high)
You ain't payin' my bills so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this ho sh*t jumpin'
(Get it jumpin' b**ch)
Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes
Now every chick look like lil' Kim in they videos
Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams sh*t
Get yo facts straight or shut up b**ch
I heard she mad rich I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke shut up b**ch
Ayo Kim can spit man she don't write her sh*t
Nah Biggie wrote her sh*t shut up b**ch
I heard she goin' to jail I heard she out on bail
She done f**ked up now shut up b**ch
Why she got her nosed fixed why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my sh*t damn shut up b**ch
I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin'
In somethin' made with German enginerin' Rack n' Pinion stearin'
Homes with French doors and heated marble floors
Whores heated 'cause momma back and hotter than before
Big bank hold rank like the late Frank
I does what you can't I'm everythin' that you ain't
I'm La Bella Don the biggest b**ch in the biz
So don't hate me ni**a it is what it is
You ain't payin' my bills so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this ho sh*t jumpin'
So don't believe e'rythin' you hear
Just like a Q-tip niggaz be all in ya ear
Three hundred and sixty five days of the year
Sh*t I done heard it all throughout my career
(What they say )
I heard she mad rich I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke shut up b**ch
Ayo Kim can spit man she don't write her sh*t
Nah Biggie wrote her sh*t shut up b**ch
I heard she goin' to jail I heard she out on bail
She done f**ked up now shut up b**ch
Why she got her nosed fixed why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my sh*t damn shut up b**ch
I just keep climbing up the ladder
Y'all never stop my swagger
All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter
Some peoples jobs just to talk about lil' Kim
Let's face it I'm a way of life for all of them
Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed
They got some nerve when the ones
Who do the ratings look a mess
Star Jones don't like me she cheap and I like the best
Damn it must feel good to payless
You ain't payin' my bills so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this ho sh*t jumpin'
You know niggaz hate to see another ni**a eat
Quick to put another niggaz business in the street
I wish they'd shut the f**k up damn good grief
You know your mouth's a cage
For your tongue if you just close your teeth
I heard she mad rich I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke shut up b**ch
Ayo Kim can spit man she don't write her sh*t
Nah Biggie wrote her sh*t shut up b**ch
I heard she goin' to jail I heard she out on bail
She done f**ked up now shut up b**ch
Why she got her nosed fixed why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my sh*t damn shut up b**ch
Ha ha I know it's killin' you b**ches I know it's killin' you
She's back oh my God
You had a Voodoo doll and everything worthless b**ch
You just knew don't let her come back Jesus
Please don't let her come back
But she's back b**ches
Ha ha okay look just on the count of three
Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second
Now ain't that depressing ain't it depressin'
See that's why don't nobody talk about you
Ain't nothin' to talk about
Get yourself a hobby b**ch
Learn how to make a quilt or sumin'
Ha is it really that you hate you
That's what it is ain't it
Just punch yourself in the mouth then b**ch
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