Shut Up *****

I heard she mad rich I heard she dead broke

I heard she sniffin' coke shut up b**ch

Ayo Kim can spit man she don't write her sh*t

Nah Biggie wrote her sh*t shut up b**ch

I heard she goin' to jail I heard she out on bail

She done f**ked up now shut up b**ch

Why she got her nosed fixed why she got bigger tits

Why is y'all on my sh*t damn shut up b**ch

Everybody talkin' all these haters hawkin'

Paparazzi stalkin' takin' pictures while I'm walkin'

Damn can't a b**ch 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 sh*t jumpin'

(Get it jumpin' b**ch)

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 sh*t

Get yo facts straight or shut up b**ch

I heard she mad rich I heard she dead broke

I heard she sniffin' coke shut up b**ch

Ayo Kim can spit man she don't write her sh*t

Nah Biggie wrote her sh*t shut up b**ch

I heard she goin' to jail I heard she out on bail

She done f**ked up now shut up b**ch

Why she got her nosed fixed why she got bigger tits

Why is y'all on my sh*t damn shut up b**ch

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 b**ch in the biz

So don't hate me ni**a 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 sh*t jumpin'

So don't believe e'rythin' you hear

Just like a Q-tip niggaz be all in ya ear

Three hundred and sixty five days of the year

Sh*t 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 b**ch

Ayo Kim can spit man she don't write her sh*t

Nah Biggie wrote her sh*t shut up b**ch

I heard she goin' to jail I heard she out on bail

She done f**ked up now shut up b**ch

Why she got her nosed fixed why she got bigger tits

Why is y'all on my sh*t damn shut up b**ch

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 sh*t jumpin'

You know niggaz hate to see another ni**a eat

Quick to put another niggaz business in the street

I wish they'd shut the f**k 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 b**ch

Ayo Kim can spit man she don't write her sh*t

Nah Biggie wrote her sh*t shut up b**ch

I heard she goin' to jail I heard she out on bail

She done f**ked up now shut up b**ch

Why she got her nosed fixed why she got bigger tits

Why is y'all on my sh*t damn shut up b**ch

Ha ha I know it's killin' you b**ches I know it's killin' you

She's back oh my God

You had a Voodoo doll and everything worthless b**ch

You just knew don't let her come back Jesus

Please don't let her come back

But she's back b**ches

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 b**ch

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 b**ch