Testo della canzone Shut Up Bitch Intro (Lil' Kim), tratta dall'album The Naked Truth

Shut Up Bitch Intro - Lil' Kim

I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke, shut up bitch!
Ayo Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit, shut up bitch!
I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now, shut up bitch!
Why she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my shit, damn, shut up bitch!
Everybody talkin', all these haters hawkin'
Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin'
Damn, can't a bitch breathe? Gimmie room, please
I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze
I used to ride in a rental Lebaron
Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes Mclaren
(Hey, Kim, what up?)
Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws up
I'm in the Trump International, 30 floors up
(So high)
You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin'
(Get it jumpin', bitch)
Used to talk about the way I wore my clothes
Now every chick look like lil' Kim in they videos
Now don't come around here with that Wendy Williams shit
Get yo facts straight or shut up bitch
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke, shut up bitch!
Ayo Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit, shut up bitch!
I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now, shut up bitch!
Why she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my shit, damn, shut up bitch!
I hate that people starin' 'cause this chick stay appearin'
In somethin' made with German enginerin', Rack n' Pinion stearin'
Homes with French doors and heated marble floors
Whores heated 'cause momma back and hotter than before
Big bank, hold rank like the late Frank
I does what you can't, I'm everythin' that you ain't
I'm La Bella Don, the biggest bitch in the biz
So don't hate me, nigga, it is what it is
You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin'
So don't believe e'rythin' you hear
Just like a Q-tip, niggaz be all in ya ear
Three sixty five days of the year
Shit, I done heard it all throughout my career
(What they say?)
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke, shut up bitch!
Ayo Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit, shut up bitch!
I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now, shut up bitch!
Why she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my shit, damn, shut up bitch!
I just keep climbing up the ladder
Y'all never stop my swagger
All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter
Some peoples jobs just to talk about lil' Kim
Let's face it, I'm a way of life for all of them
Tabloid magazines rate worst and best dressed
They got some nerve when the ones
Who do the ratings look a mess
Star Jones don't like me, she cheap and I like the best
Damn, it must feel good to payless
You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin'
Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin'
You say you got this but we don't see nothin'
And people if you feel me get this ho shit jumpin'
You know niggaz hate to see another nigga eat
Quick to put another niggaz business in the street
I wish they'd shut the fuck up, damn good grief
You know your mouth's a cage
For your tongue if you just close your teeth
I heard she mad rich, I heard she dead broke
I heard she sniffin' coke, shut up bitch!
Ayo Kim can spit, man, she don't write her shit
Nah, Biggie wrote her shit, shut up bitch!
I heard she goin' to jail, I heard she out on bail
She done fucked up now, shut up bitch!
Why she got her nosed fixed, why she got bigger tits
Why is y'all on my shit, damn, shut up bitch!
Ha ha, I know it's killin' you bitches, I know it's killin' you
She's back, oh, my God
You had a Voodoo doll and everything, worthless, bitch!
You just knew, don't let her come back, Jesus!
Please, don't let her come back!
But she's back bitches
Ha ha, okay, look, just on the count of three
Stop focusing on her and think about you for a second
Now ain't that depressing, ain't it depressin'
See, that's why don't nobody talk about you
Ain't nothin' to talk about
Get yourself a hobby, bitch
Learn how to make a quilt or sumin'
Ha, is it really that you hate you?
That's what it is, ain't it?
Just punch yourself in the mouth then, bitch!



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Writer(s): Will Adams, Jamie Gomez, George Jr Pajon
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