Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shut Em Down , by - Kris KasanovaRelease date: 20.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shut Em Down |
| I met shorty out in Flatbush |
| Pictures on that MacBook |
| Met her Friday, hit it Friday |
| You see how long that took |
| Say my voice do something major |
| Fuck with her behavior |
| I be waking up the neighbors |
| Work her out, I’m AC Slater |
| Bout my paper, bout my paper |
| HUH?! |
| Ye’en know? |
| Chips on top of chips, my pockets looking like casino |
| Shotgun, with Kino |
| Ballin' out with no chemo |
| Know I keeps it all kilo |
| Matter fact, add another zero |
| We catching waves, they catching feelings |
| Got yo bottom bitch topless |
| Legs hittin' the ceiling |
| Triple X nigga |
| Living life just like a felon |
| So when they ask me what I do, this is what I tell 'em |
| All I smoke is OG |
| All I bump is my shit |
| Ask 'em why they hate on me |
| Yo bitch be on my dick |
| Niggas actin funny when I’m back in town |
| Ask me what I do |
| I tell 'em shut it down |
| I know killers in California who down for the kid |
| If I give niggas the word then they gon' tear off yo lid |
| I got bitches on payroll who do whatever for peso |
| I get my lean from the pharmacy |
| Cocaina from Pedro |
| Living straight from the ghetto |
| Riding round with that metal |
| Thuggin' heavy on bitches |
| I’m strapped and ready for snitches |
| I make it look like its nothin' |
| It might be something to you |
| Only call yo bitch when I get bored that ho just something to do |
| Pay 600 for shoes |
| Shits is Louie, they euro |
| Brand new on all these haters |
| I just hopped out of that two door |
| My cup be fulla that purple |
| This that actin, no Nuvo |
| They said I’d never make it |
| Thank the Lord I found me a loophole |
| Nigga |
| All I smoke is OG |
| All I bump is my shit |
| Ask 'em why they hating on me |
| Yo bitch be on my dick |
| Niggas actin funny when I’m back in town |
| Ask me what I do |
| I tell 'em shut it down |
| Got a young Seattle sluey |
| Badass yellow wit a booty |
| But she gets no encore, cause its musical chairs when I get moody |
| See them floozies always choosey |
| But I swear the always choose me |
| I just hit 'em and break like wind |
| Wendy Winston, chick excuse me |
| Got that garbage pail |
| Funky smell |
| Twisted in a cigarill' |
| Problem? |
| Fuck it |
| Pop a pill |
| Or I lean until I’m Texas trill |
| Texas chainsaw ya chick |
| Bet he won’t, but I bet I will |
| I’m taking drags from the blunt until I’m dead |
| Nigga, Emmett Till |
| Mr. Novocain Vain, I could give a fuck how another nigga feel |
| Tell him stay in his land or his Mario Kart can get banana peeled |
| 4−5 in the horse Porsche |
| That’s just that bonanza feel |
| Gold around my neck blowing Olympic O’s, that’s just how greatness feel |
| All I smoke is OG |
| All I bump is my shit |
| Ask 'em why they hate on me |
| Yo bitch be on my dick |
| Niggas actin' funny when I’m back in town |
| Ask me what I do |
| I tell 'em shut it down |
| Shut em down |
| Yeah nigga, I shut em down |