Adam Calhoun – Shut Up ft. Big Murph

Shut Up – Adam Calhoun ft. Big Murph
Lyrics, Letra:
(Chorus: Big Murph}:
Haters throwin’ shade like the sun down (Sun down)
Heater on my waist, don’t get gunned down (Bang, bang)
Bitch you know I rock like the run down (Bow, bow)
Stack it, then I rack it like a gun round
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up

(Verse 1: Adam Calhoun & Big Murph}:
Just a moment of silence
Before I get violent
I’m just tryin’ to warn you
If you don’t wanna die then bye then
‘Cause I’m hidin’ 9mm inside the waist linin’ of my jeans
Don’t try me, less you’re tryin’ to meet Jesus
Body then hide you in the leaves
I’m probably out my mind, I mean geez
I’m drivin’ on a highway in a diesel
Noddin’ tryin’ to find the street you reside in
When I find you I’m beatin’ eyes ‘til your blind and can’t see you
Cryin’ ‘cause you’re dyin’ and bleedin’
Pleadin’ for your life and screamin’
But I ain’t tryin’ hear that
Shut the fuck up

(Chorus: Big Murph}:
Haters throwin’ shade like the sun down (Sun down)
Heater on my waist, don’t get gunned down (Bang, bang)
Bitch you know I rock like the run down (Bow, bow)
Stack it, then I rack it like a gun round
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up

(Verse 2: Adam Calhoun & Big Murph}:
I been smokin’ on them flowers, bouquet boy
Needa peel your top back, toupee boy
I make hits, call me Bobby Boucher boy
Bitch you know I drop bombs, Hussain boy
O-O-Only smoke gas, call it butane, you’re too bougie
Need to move, or you’re pussy like the poontang
All about my chains watch it mutate
Mobbin’ with my homies and we kick it like Lui Kang
Hillbilly thug mixin’ liquor with the Kool-Aid
You know I keep it real like the field for a movie
Mine sharp as a cutter, my mind gone in the gutter
I take a beat and I fuck it like it’s a groupie

(Chorus: Adam Calhoun}:
Haters throwin’ shade like the sun down (Sun down)
Heater on my waist, don’t get gunned down (Bang, bang)
Bitch you know I rock like the gun down (Bow, bow)
Stack it, then I rack it like a run round
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut up boy
Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up

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