LYRICS: Shut Up

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(HOOK)
Shut up
I can’t believe you cut up
Now come and clean your mess up
You godda get your game up, get up
I’ll put you back in place love
We’ve got no time to waste hun
Slap that smile off your face uh-huh
You better wake up, get up

(Verse 1)
Get it together baby doll
Go to the mall
But don’t ball out, that’s a flaw
Get your mind right, make a call
Call your boo
Let him do what he do just for you
And when he gets to you don’t act all brand new
You do deserve a little time to play it cool, make a move (run)

Don’t let emotions get to you
They were cruel huh
But you must keep on being you…
Talkin’ to you who is me, whoa is me
Oh good grief, disbelief, is this happening to me? Gee.

I made a mess cause I was mad
How sad is it; I lost my momma and my dad

It happened then –

My family stabbed me in the back, I attack back, temporary insanity flashback

-snap back-
I confess to the ransack
I must admit at times I can be drama’d out
But this time it wasn’t enough, let me calm down

(HOOK)
Shut up
I can’t believe you cut up
Now come and clean your mess up
You godda get your game up, get up
I’ll put you back in place love
We’ve got no time to waste hun
Slap that smile off your face uh-huh
You better wake up, get up
You better wake up, get up

(Verse 2)
Get up, get up, get up, get up

If you wanna ball then you godda call shots
If you hustle rocks then you godda hustle blocks
If you got the hoes then a pimp is what you are
Get it how you live just to live like a star
Bout to make a million dollars anytime tomorrow
Ask me how I did it I’ma teach you how to follow
I gets no support cause niggas too hollow

XiZ is the motto

You coulda got some cash like a nigga hit the lotto
Oops I forget, ya’ll allergic to survival
Like it was a plague or some shit out the Bible
Now you godda – picture me rolling like your idol
You want me to give you this when nobody gave me shit
When I didn’t have a window to dump a pot of piss
When reaching for a handout ‘ll get a sliced wrist

So I godda

(HOOK)
Shut up
I can’t believe you cut up
Now come and clean your mess up
You godda get your game up, get up
I’ll put you back in place love
We’ve got no time to waste hun
Slap that smile off your face uh-huh
You better wake up, get up

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By: Brittany Chrishawn Moore & Ausar Moore