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shut the fuck up (bend it, bend it) - spikes ryder lyrics

(mobsky beatz)
(verse 1)

(spikes ryder)
b*tches serve like am a king
slitting dropping heads in the sink
i hear gunshots but am made of steel
i could k!ll it spin it all the days that i live
watching the horizon peak
i hitting like biggie or nas
go down and cuppy a verse
calling my n*ggas to dance
am putting my life on a mac
k!ll it like mj, biggie or nas
come against me then ask for a verse
coming with money was an issue in life
come against me you’ve to write your will
cos if the can’t shoot then the count on the fact that i will

(yo)! (uh)!

(hook)

(spikes ryder)
always with ma strap
tell them n*ggas quit the cap
am couped up in the trap
black ass glockie in ma lap
bend it bend it
gucci fendi (fendi)
maserati (t)pending
lambo (lambo) flexing
bend it bend it
shut the f*ck up (on god)
shut the f*ck up (on god)
(yo)
(on god)
(verse 2)

(spikes ryder)
splashin guts body shot
life’s simply hard no short cuts
we clipping nuts
real n*ggas knows whats what
streets catching bodies
real n*ggas we spill blood
real n*ggas spill blood
stick and move thats the code b*tches dont know much
don’t light the streets candle paintin in blood
if any gang took your sh*t go get it back in blood
in these streets crib vs the blood
like a native son meat, cream
it ain’t sticky except you gat sticky fingers
drum dum dum poum [rumpopopom]
i gat stacy lacy macy d*mn lalati
they been givin me head while am doin the rating [whaot]
am done with the waitin
am the pay ting
n*ggas are needy
unsatisfied am done with the play ting
b*tches are stripping am whipping my money
i warned you am done with the waiting
not f*cking with liaison
them n*ggas don’t know me
i come in respecting
i need some new chicken
quiet am praying
am hitting this wap
f*cking updating
she should explain
am on the opinion that n*ggas do change
beat up and f*ck up the trigger to crange
leave it to platinum am betting my way
giving a faction of me out a day
if i shoot blanks my n*ggas do aim
due to the work my n*ggas did change
turn off the auto and lets stevie rap
lady i told you we’re f*cking today
climb b*tch ride
i made the master(s) mind
i made a man of my life
baby a gangster nice
i f*ck up my jenk
i made a maz turn a mansion
you wouldn’t know me i come with a light
couples of nipples are wrapped round my neck
couples of n*ggles are wrapped up in necle
(aye) (yeah ) (b) !
i tried to stay out of trouble
i made a steel of trauma
mapple of lens ’round of rauma
this real here the feragamo
learning my mommy and drama
charlie been f*cking with my lambo
you with a chamo
when you been labeled a damo (jo…)
everybody ain’t got ptsd
everybody gat to sip on lean
everybody then ‘ll hate codiene
many cruel cops
i hate you lul many would laugh
its like having no money but you in a camp
ok my n*ggas could get you the sap
you couldn’t love you hit me and laughed
i don’t owe nothing i look at your life
you and your n*ggas are looking like hack
none of you jiggars then knew you was wack
(hook)

always with ma strap
tell them n*ggas quit the cap
am couped up in the trap
black ass glockie in ma lap
bend it bend it
gucci fendi (fendi)
maserati (t)pending
lambo (lambo) flexing
bend it bend it
shut the f*ck up (on god)
shut the f*ck up (on god)
(yo)
(on god)
(uh)!

- spikes ryder lyrics

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