STORMZY - SHUT UP lyrics

rate me

Try say he's better than me

Tell my man shut up (Shut up!)

Mention my name in your tweets

Ay rudeboy, shut up (Shut up!)

How can you be better than me?

Shut up! (Shut up!)

I'm the best in the scene

Tell my man shut up

(Verse)

Couple man called me a backup dancer

Onstage at the BRITs, I'm a backup dancer

If that makes me a backup dancer

The man in your vids, backup dancer x 2

Man wan’ chat about backup dancer

Big man like me with a beard

I'm a big man, how the fuck can I backup-?

Comes everywhere I go

I can't run with my enemy's show

Walk in the club with all of my tugs

Party's done, everybody go home

Apart from the girl them, you gonna stay

Walk in the club with the girls, say: Hey!

Tell a man like I'm K to the A

There's no champagne, we don't rave

Yea, I'm the best, I'm so cocky

I've got a mob like ASAP Rocky

I set trends, them man copy

They catch feelings, I catch bodies

They roll deep, I roll squatty

Got about 25 goons in my posse

They drink Bailey's, I drink bossy

I get murky, they get worried

If you got a BTE?, bring it out

Oh you don't? shut ya mouth

Most are real bad boys in the south

If you wan’ do me somethi’g, I'm ‘bout

I'm not a gangster, I'm just about

But you see my man over there with the pouch

Dare one of you man try get loud

All of my mandam move so foul

I might sing but I ain't so loud

Now days all of my shows sold out

Headline tour, yea blood, sold out

When we roll in, they roll out

I'm so London, I'm so South

Food in the ends like there ain't no drugs

Flips don't talk like he's got no mouth

I wanna make my mum so proud

Like: "Yo mom, book a flight, go now!"

All of my ex girls talk to me hard

Talk to my face time, talk to my palm

Had four bills and I bought a new car

Little red whip that I bought for my merge

I straight mark, it's a walk in the park

I take care when I water my plants

These MCs wan’ talk about Lord of the mics

(You ain't even lord of your yard)

They MC’s, blood, leave me alone

Me and your girl, we speak on the phone

Kill a whole crew of MCs on my own

Kill a whole crew of MCs for the throne

I was out hungry, so damn hungry

Man tried eat then leave me the bones

Now these niggas, they need me to grow

Hot chocolate and a Panini to go

I'm a big man, fuck a postcode war

Man were upset ‘bout the mobo awards

Why? Cuz I ain't won a MOBO before

All of you MC’s sound so bitter

Shut down Wireless, shut down Twitter

Shout out deeper, shout out Flipper

Best my age, yea blood, look

If you don't rate me, shame on you x2

Can I order a deathbed for an MC? Wait it

He wants beef with me? Make that two

Anyone else wan’ make that move?

Anyone else wan’ pay their dues?

Stiff chocolate, yea my face so smooth

Imposters wanna take my shoes, check it

Don't even talk too much, you're a talker

Them man still go halves on a quarter

See me turn from a prince to a pauper

2 cigarettes and a bottle of water

Told the bouncers get the bottle ….

Man in the kitchen puttin’ in orders

Stiff chocolate, skin clear like water

Smooth on this ting, start lockin’ up daughters

Brown skin girl in the club, want that one

Thanks to Adama for correcting these lyrics