Doja Cat Shutcho Lyrics
I’m not in love
So don’t forget it
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 (Run they, run they)
Got you cussin’ on a Sunday now (Good Lord)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (Yeah)
Shut your, shut your goofy ass up (Lil’ bitch)
Shut your, shut your goofy ass up (Quiet now)
Shut your, yeah, you shut your goofy ass up (Lil’ bitch)
Shut your, yeah, shut your broke ass up (Quiet now)
They said they want my name (They said they want my name)
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 shit was funny now (Bet you thought that shit was funny now)
You thought you was doin’ something (You thought you was doin’ something)
How you hatin’ on the Lord’s day? (How you hatin’ on the Lord’s day? )
How you hatin’ on a Sunday? (How you hatin’ on a Sunday?)
Go and take a look at yours (Go and take a look at yours)
Yeah
It’s that weird swag (It’s that weird)
Weird money, weird bitches put me near that (Near that)
Prolly see her in her brand new Halle Weird bag (Yeah)
Shawty red flag, put you to the test bag
Got good head up on her shoulders, hope this neck last (Yeah)
I’ma fall off when I want, they gon’ respect that (Yeah)
Set backs, never stop me let them get dressed (Yeah)
Get back, lil’ ho, you don’t know me like that
Ex legs sayin’ shit they need to check fast (Check, check)
Got a lot of things to be happy ’bout (Got a lot; Check, check)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (Run they, run they)
Got you cussin’ on a Sunday now (Good Lord)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (Yeah; Check, check)
Shut your, shut your goofy ass up (Lil’ bitch)
Shut your, shut your goofy ass up (Quiet now)
Shut your, yeah, you shut your goofy ass up, yeah (Lil’ bitch)
Shut your, yeah, shut your broke ass up, yeah (Quiet now)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’m a, I’m a, I’m a rich body bitch, thick body bitch
Y’all gon’ make me sick, body bitch, where’s Roddy Ricch?
Put you in the box, body bitch, get bodied, bitch
You don’t wanna talk, body bitch, lips prolly zipped
Stop callin’ me sis, body bitch, we not akin
You do not exist to me, miss, I’m not your friend
I’ma let ’em wish ’bout me, bitch, kiss ’bout me, bitch
Y’all be studyin’ dick, ridin’, don’t you piss on me, bitch
I just want my toes in the sand, one hunnid bands
Body lookin’ real overseas, hips, mother land
I can’t even sit in my chair, zip on my chair
I did all the things I ain’t need, I don’t wanna dance
Got a lot of things to be happy ’bout (Got a lot)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (Run they, run they)
Got you cussin’ on a Sunday now (Good Lord)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (Yeah)
Shut your, shut your goofy ass up (Lil’ bitch)
Shut your, shut your goofy ass up (Quiet now)
Shut your, yeah, you shut your goofy ass up (Lil’ bitch)
Shut your, yeah, shut your broke ass up (Quiet now)