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lirik lagu og cuicide – shut shit down

[intro: jminnix]
i just came here to party
i ain’t tryna hurt n-body
please, don’t make me shut sh-t down
i just came here to chill
blow this good herb
please, don’t make me shut sh-t down
please, don’t make me shut sh-t down

[verse 1: big2daboy]
okay, listen, look
i came here to party
mister 2da-woulda-coulda hit a chill
like some roll up this bob marley
i’m standin’ in this long line, n-gg-s mean-muggin’
don’t get the color f-cked up (what’s happenin’ cousin?)
i’m with the giddy-up, turned up, color real
chunkin’ my city up—that’s how a n-gg- feel
so i hit a bar, t-pain my d-mn self
in the dancefloor, humpin’ b-tches, that’s how i felt
mister life-of-the-party, blowin’ like a rasta
og cuicide fo’-flip a ganja
bammit gang one west, hoes yellin’ bad seed
and all these ratchet b-tches
yea, they on my d
sh-t, i’m tryna vibe ’cause a n-gg- high
but these bouncer n-gg-s actin’ like they ain’t die
epademik, i’ma crack it off in a minute
and shut this mothaf-cka down, real bammit business

[chorus: jminnix]
i just came here to party
i ain’t tryna hurt n-body
please, don’t make me shut sh-t down, yea
i just came here to chill
and blow this good herb
please, don’t make me shut sh-t down
please, don’t make me shut sh-t down

[verse 2: epademik]
i’m freshly dipped i only got ten bucks
so, i’m givin’ no f-cks, i’m cussin’ out these sl-ts
that are hangin’ in the line, actin’ like they vip
i’ll man-handle any dumb broad standin’ next to me
’cause the night is mine, i act like i own it
slap the hostess, punch the bouncer, in a kanye moment
you ain’t got the answers sway
flip ’em off, grab my d-ck, and then i just walk away
bartender, pour me some vodka
every ten minutes ’til i puke up all these enchiladas
puffin’ marijuana with 2da in the background
dudes wanna act loud, quick to put the smack down
sleazy wh-r-s like an easy ch-r-
some cholos at the door said they wanna settle score
but my ouija board warned me to bring my .44
let loose, that’s for sure
watch ’em scatter across the floor

[verse 3: og cuicide]
i stay suited in a godfather, cuban to the head
og cuicide, got a rep for gettin’ bread
every time we hit the club, man, we turn the place up
yellin’ at the dj, “turn the b-ss up”
buy the bar round, every time i ball out
pull up in the phantom when i bring the car out
when you see me in the club, i just came here to chill
herb in the air, takin’ bottles to the grill
if you not on the team, need to give me fifty feet
’cause we came up in the buildin’, homie, rollin’ fifty deep
i see you haters in the club, why you mad at a boss?
’cause your woman staring at me, like she ready for the toss?
she recognize the don, you just need to face facts
’cause if you step to me, you gon’ fall face flat
it’s them ‘cidal gang riders, badseed and the bammit
don’t make me shut it down, ’cause you wouldn’t understand it

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