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lirik lagu stfu freestyle – sluds

[intro]
yeah
f*ckin, 1:28 in the morning right now
sh*t

[verse 1]
i make you shut the f*ck up every time you try to speak
got your b*tch coming over and i can tell she liking me
we perfect for each other like taylor swift and buying streams
2am i’m in my kitchen lights out eating rice and beans
the way that i be throwing hands i feel like how mike tyson be
i named my last album food because i like to eat
open onlinevideoconverter cause i like the beat
police treat me like the cartel when i’m buying weed
white hoes who take the part well becoming a dying breed
she on her knees down on shoe level but she ain’t shining, these f*ck you mean

[chorus]
shut the f*ck up talking to me

[verse 2]
check the g*nius page you not gone see a white line
pull up get my shirt red, next day we sipping white wine
my grandfather clocking the work in at the right time
these days y’all hate your b*tches but lord knows i like mine
i eat mcdonald’s, spit it out, i’m adjusted to the fine dine
15 everests won’t begin to cover all the heights climbed
i ain’t see the tag, browse designer, act like i’m blind
beat that p*ssy so long, thought my d*ck had nine lives
i don’t need no sh*tty drinks to feel like i’m in my prime
copycats be twiddling their thumbs while tryna write rhymes
she only talk to me for a check feel like i’m mike dimes
she gave me sloppy toppy so good felt like i might die
other rappers would k!ll to spend an hour inside my mind
throwing money in the air, scrounging for a dime you might find
my grandma always tweaking think it’s time to cut the life line, it’s time to die
[chorus]
shut the f*ck up talking to me

[verse 3]
rolex cost more than if elon musk sold x
this tec give you devastating wounds, check my codex
don’t be tryna dock my pay now, give me the whole check
with your b*tch we at my lake house, she give me dope neck
b*tch took one too many steps forward, got his soul swept
he ain’t wanna spin back on me, instead he chose death
me standing in a room is enough to get the hoes wet
my balance hitting numbers that the bank don’t even know yet
i be standing by to collect the paper you don’t get
spoil your b*tch to the point she can’t fly coach jet
get me in the white house, i could pay the whole debt
make your b*tch my wife now and i make her throat stretch
i could throw a band in the street and you would go fetch
lemme turn your wallet upside down, ain’t seeing no cents
write my name on my tombstone they gone have the goat etched, no contest

[chorus]
shut the f*ck up talking to me

- sluds

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