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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sukhmeet Singh Gill
Sukhmeet Singh Gill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MIKY
MIKY
Producer

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Shut up Bitch
I don't want to hear your voice
You call that shit your music
I hear a bunch a noise
And I don't need that bullshit in my ear
Shed a tear, cry your eyes out
I don't fuckin care
Take that fuckin nonsense
To the next guy
Maybe he won't mind
But I'm not that guy
I'ma be myself
No need to front, punk
Gotta stand alone
Everybody taking dumps
And I'm not gonna be the rest
I'm aiming for the best
Coming for that treasure chest
They can't pass the lesser tests
This game has a bunch of pests
I'ma have to clean this mess
Untouchable like Mr. Ness
Here endeth the lesson
I don't know why I was stressin
As I'm reaching my crescent
Haters be looking like peasants
They mad I'm no longer restin
Unleashed the beast on them pheasants
I got em fooled and they guessin
They obsolete like a bezzant
Shut up Bitch
Get the Fuck up out my face
You don't want no fuckin problem
I'ma put you in your place
Shut up Bitch
Get the Fuck up out my face
You don't want no fuckin problem
I'ma put you in your place
I'm deaf to your rubbish
Got a bone to pick, no thuggish
Bout to squash your ass like a buggish
I'm in my bag, no luggage
I crush you up like a weed nugget
I'll end your love, you'll need a hug
There ain't no point to mean muggin
You're more repulsive than a slug
You need to turn to tree-huggin
Cause the humans are sick of you
I'll let the vultures pick at you
And even dogs ain't lickin you
So you can get the hell out of our lives
We don't wanna pay the price of knowing you
Bye-Bye, I hope you have a nice life
Night-Night, you talkin shit you pay the price
Mai Tais, Damn right we living right
Fly High, we bout to blaze tonight
Shut up Bitch
Get the Fuck up out my face
You don't want no fuckin problem
I'ma put you in your place
Shut up Bitch
Get the Fuck up out my face
You don't want no fuckin problem
I'ma put you in your place
Nasty hoes, with disastrous flows
Always talking bout your pussy
I don't know how you got
So loosy goosy with your language
There's a hundred thousand words
You can use
But you come back with the same shit
No excuse
You don't have the talent to manage
On this planet, there's millions working harder than you
And you're audacious enough
To think they're the ones that lose
It's You who loses respect every single chance you get
Bitch
Written by: Sukhmeet Singh Gill
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