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STFU! Lyrics

[Chorus: Letoa]
I-i-in the whip, huh, yeah, we dressed up
I got all the weaponry, brought it like Tvashtr
Wanna fuck on Ronny, meet me at the treasure, Ella
Racks on my ammonia, bitch, was stuck in my dresser, huh, yeah
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada
Spilled my drink on my designer, now this shit just got me fucked up
Plottin’, they so envious of fans and they not proud o’ me
If they ain’t at my shows I tell them all to shut the fuck up

[Verse: Letoa, 8percent]
Walk in this spot, bitch, I’m lookin’ like cash
Hop in a Tesla, goin’ way too fast, foreign
I tell that bitch ninja, “Flex for me” (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I went and got my racks up
Tell that pussy-boy to catch up
He gon’ breakup, better catch her
Fuck it-fuck it, had to go and flex up
Fuck it, boy, I had to go get it, like
Anyway, I wasn’t kiddin’, I went and got it
Fuck it, they was talkin’ down but now that I’m up
Ain’t no way they can stop it
They ain’t fuck wit’ the vision
But everyday I be wakin’ up to profits
Y’all ninjas ain’t got five cents
[Verse: Letoa]
Ninjas be talkin’ that nonsense
She blowin’ my phone but I ain’t respondin’
Bitch started to moan, I’m on different timin’
I went and told these thots that we shinin’
Fuck, “bend her back” what’s got me coughin’
You wanna talk but you lost it
Bitch, I’ma shine ’til I’m in a coffin[Pre-Chorus: 8percent]
Tell ’em, “Shut the fuck up”
Tell ’em, “Shut the fuck up”
Tell ’em, “Shut the fuck up,” yeah
Tell ’em, “Shut the fuck up”
Tell ’em, “Shut the fuck up”
Tell ’em, “Shut the fuck up”[Chorus: Letoa]
I-i-in the whip, huh, yeah, we dressed up
I got all the weaponry, brought it like Tvashtr
Wanna fuck on Ronny, meet me at the treasure, Ella
Racks on my ammonia, bitch, was stuck in my dresser, huh, yeah
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada
Spilled my drink on my designer, now this shit just got me fucked up
Plottin’, they so envious of fans and they not proud o’ me
If they ain’t at my shows I tell them all to shut the fuck up
I-i-in the whip, huh, yeah, we dressed up
I got all the weaponry, brought it like Tvashtr
Wanna fuck on Ronny, meet me at the treasure, Ella
Racks on my ammonia, bitch, was stuck in my dresser, huh, yeah
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada
Spilled my drink on my designer, now this shit just got me fucked up
Plottin’, they so envious of fans and they not proud o’ me
If they ain’t at my shows I tell them all to shut the fuck up

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