Lyrics

Shut up! shut up! Shut up! shut up! All they talking they making no brick You ain't got no money bitch shut up! I'm in the night club rolling butter She wants me to fuck without a rubber man She got three kids and she wants to have another Not me, no way, I need another diam iece that ay Rose, no thanks, I'm on the sace in this cold but I'm bay Bitches throw chain well than more than 16 zippers Fresh cold hoodie, lv slippers all this mollie and All this striers let me smoke my joint keep the switcher Cold the flipper fuck a gold digger, I'm a babe boy yeah baby real go get her My song better tell this bitch shut up 'Cause talking like that I get a boyfriend cut us Shut up! shut up! all they talking they making no brick Fe-fe-feeling myself so it ain't no fucking So it ain't no fucking if you ain't give me here So tell the bitch shut up! tell that nigga shut up! So tell that bitch shut up! tell that nigga shut up! All they yepping they no action you the cracking If you're tryin to make it happy bitch Problems, where the legs with no ashes Is like going to the moe with no cash So like switch it up, switch it up Check coward nigga drop it now big it up Big it up, big it up, Do your thing, bitch going get susses Fuck you, will you came with the club Need a big spot, ain't talking stans bitch Bottle poppin five top lighting up the chain Money cop with the language Understand me, you'd better listen me when I talk like a granny Baby pants going down no hammy Wild niga act the pussy with a dick hell the tranny Friends let the famy, friends let the famy Niggas jump shit, we go for heat no miami Diamond ain't the family problems the name Licky licky licky now she glad that she came Look look, shut up! money too long Looking for a do do mama that I can just pull bone We too strong I'm tryint to get that pussy when you talking to a dawn Don't be talking too long, Mile close, don't speak, standing on the beach, go b Pop moly, no sleep, she'll be going hard like for weeks, I still hoe 35 mill hoes, says she want it kick it out good like a feel go 25 kay that's a ear low, 25 mill in the year though My money on another level I don't buy my girl shoes but my bitch a petal Room room not ferrari just as much as the level She wanna eat some pussy I'ma let her
Writer(s): Mark Hoppus, Tom Delonge, Travis L Barker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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