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Trick Daddy - Shut Up(feat. Co, Deuce Poppito, Trina lyrics
[Trick Daddy]
 We gon' let the band deal with this
 Ha ha, mmm-hmm
 M-I-A Style, heh, old school
 Uh hah..
 Okay, shut up!
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]
 Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
 Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
 Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
 Ah hah, okay, whassup? Shut up!
 [Trick Daddy]
 Ridin round in my brand new ninety-nine, fo' do', Volvo
 I got a pocket full of B's, 
 cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho'
 But all my Boca Boys they know though, that's fo' sho' doe
 (Are those Bugle Boy jeans you're wearin?) 
 Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's
 I been used again, accused again - this time 
 been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends
 Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in
 Hell cause they figured me for not understandin they reason bein
 Heh, but I'm the man for this
 While y'all was doin fine I was doin time just, prayin for this
 Locked up, makin plans for this
 Without all that fancy shit, way too advanced for this
 Just Polo socks, tanktops and drawers up under my pants and shit
 Shut up!
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
 [Trina]
 Okay who's +Da Baddest Bitch+
 I been real, been rich, been had this shit
 Big Benz, big house and shit
 That's right, okay I been down with Trick
 Okay it make sense to me
 Cause if your money ain't right you speakin French to me
 Miss Trina don't play with me
 Or you can say Miss Bigg, that's okay with me
 You need a grand just to speak to me
 Okay, are you sure you wanna sleep with me?
 Okay, you better be fo' sho'
 Cause I done left niggaz like you stuck befo'
 Okay, you can ball with me
 Since you got a hot knot spend it all with meTrick Daddy - Shut Up(feat. Co, Deuce Poppito, Trina - http://motolyrics.com/trick-daddy/shut-up-feat-co-deuce-poppito-trina-lyrics.html
 Okay, y'all know what's up
 Okay, uh huh, I ride, shut up!
[Chorus: Trick Daddy (4x)]
 [Co (of Tre +6)]
 This goes out to my niggeroles 
 and them pretty ass jazzy hoes, bitch what's up
 C-O got a verse in the +Book of Thugs+
 So when I come through bitch show me love
 If you bout that flow, then raise it up
 You got that funk, then blaze it up
 I got two mo's of them phat hoes, 
 late night and I ready to bust
 Are you okay? Look like you got a lot to say
 Okay, come widdit
 Niggaz keep hidin your hoes, what you do that fo'
 Me and Money Mark been done hit it
 Been done split it - okay playboy? Fuck you say boy?
 Don't even much bring your hoe 'round C
 Niggaz y'all better quit fuckin with me
 Shut up!
[Chorus]
 [Duece Poppito (of 24 Karatz)]
 Lay down, playboy what's up
 What about the slugs in your head and your gut
 What's up with the keys to the truck
 Your own nigga say you got B's in the cut
 What's up with the safe, what the combo
 Open that shit nigga fuck all the convo-sation
 What's up wit'cha Haitian
 Probably got birds at the safehouse, waitin
 What's up, where you store the D?
 I ain't found shit but a quarter ki
 Nigga ya better not be playin me
 You gon' bleed to death, you understand me?
 Whassup, are you ready to go?
 You ready to tongue kiss with the blue fo'fo'?
 What's up fuck nigga say somethin
 Set your crime, we ready to spray somethin
 Gun play, how I got the stripes
 2-4-K turned out the lights
 Gun play, how I got the stripes
 2-4-K turned out the lights
[Chorus: repeat 2X]








