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Shutcho (Explicit) - Doja Cat
Lyrics by：Amala Zandile Dlamini/Isaac Earl Bynum/Gentuar Memishi/Bennett Pepple/Graham Gouldman/Eric Stewart
Composed by：Amala Zandile Dlamini/Isaac Earl Bynum/Gentuar Memishi/Bennett Pepple/Graham Gouldman/Eric Stewart
Produced by：Earl On The Beat/GENT!/Bangs
I'm not in love
So don't forget it
Got a lot of things to be happy 'bout
Got a lot
Run my check up while they run they mouth
While they runnin' yeah
Got you cussin' on a Sunday now
Good lord
Run it up run it up
Shutcho shutcho goofy a*s up
Shut up *****
Shutcho shut shutcho dumb a*s up
Quiet now
Shutcho yeah yeah shutcho goofy a*s up
Shutcho yeah shutcho dumb a*s up
They say they want money
All they do is run they mouth
But all they do is run they mouth
I swear all they do is complain
All they do is complain
Bet you thought that **** was funny now
You thought you was doin' somethin'
How you hatin' on the Lord's day
How you hatin' on the Lord's day now
How you hatin' on a Sunday
Go and take a look at your account
Go and take a look at yours yours
Yeah
It's that weird swag
It's that weird
Weird money weird ******* put me near that
Near that
Prolly see her in her brand new hollyweird bag
Shawty red flag put-you-to-the-test bag
Got good head up on her shoulders hope this neck last
I'ma fall off when I want they gon' respect that
Setbacks never stop me let them get dragged
Get back lil' ho you don't know me like that
Ex-lax they ain't **** they need to check facts
Check check
Check check got a lot
Check check while they runnin' yeah
Got you cussin' good lord
Yeah yeah shut up *****
Yeah quiet now
I'm a I'm a I'm a rich-body ***** thick-body *****
Y'all-gon'-make-me-sick body ***** where's Roddy Ricch
Put-you-in-a-box body ***** get bodied *****
You-don't-wanna-talk body ***** lips prolly zip
Stop-callin'-me-sis body ***** we not a kin
You do not exist to me miss I'm not your friend
I'ma let 'em wish 'bout me ***** kiss 'bout me *****
Y'all be steady' d**k-ridin' don't you piss on me *****
I just want my toes in the sand one hunnid bands
Body lookin' real overseas hips motherland
I can't even sit in my chair zip up my pants
I did all the things I ain't need I don't wanna dance yeah
Happy 'bout got a lot
Run my check up while they while they runnin' yeah
On a Sunday good lord