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Shawty Video (MV)




Performed By: Alex Russell
Length: 2:55
Written by: Alex Cicillini, Pilgrim Beats




Alex Russell - Shawty Lyrics




Had this little shawty she was bad
Shit she broke my heart had me all up in my bag
Got me in my feelings y'all don't even know the half
Went a couple weeks pen to the paper writing raps
Got me wonder when she gonna gonna hit me back
Dropping dimes on the chick maybe just a stack
Dropping lines on the chick now she feeling bad
She knew that I'm a star once she heard all of my tracks
I ain't gon' lie, those couple weeks I ain't even laugh
She prolly got a mans shoulda told me in advance
On my cocky shit know I'm handsome
This a f*cking stick up bitch I better get my ransom
F*ck a bitch who only want me for a dollar
Dream job is a stage I don't wanna wear a collar
Trapped in my brain but I'm doing what I gotta
Feelings filled with pain not a little it's a lotta

I ain't gone lie you had me real f*cked up for a minute but wait
You gon' regret that shit I swear just give it a couple days
I ain't gone lie you had me real f*cked up for a minute but wait
You gon' regret that shit I swear just give it a couple days

This my cocky flow, every where I go I gotta stay low
Need a thick bitch like J-LO, f*ck so good I'mma put her on a payroll
This my cocky flow, every where I go I gotta stay low
Need a thick bitch like J-LO, f*ck so good I'mma put her on a payroll

F*ck a payroll need six checks
Only thing I got out the bitch was some sick sex
Why she bitching in my face 'bout every six secs
If she got a problem she could talk Bree talk Lex
Say less, wouldn't buy you shoes even payless
Wouldn't buy you bags even if it got fake M's
Fake G's, fake LV's, fake like you was to me
I ain't tripping let me roll a little weed
I was bugging I won't lie
How the f*ck you playing me don't play with fye
I was holding on to nothing Catcher in the Rye
But I really am tripping f*ck bugging over guys
You a hoe and I'mma treat you like one
Real talk, ain't a dick but you be feigning for one
Real shit, was tryna give you everything that you want
I'mma chill f*ck a beef unless you bringing a gun

I ain't gone lie you had me real f*cked up for a minute but wait
You gon' regret that shit I swear just give it a couple days
I ain't gone lie you had me real f*cked up for a minute but wait
You gon' regret that shit I swear just give it a couple days
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Had this little shawty she was bad
Shit she broke my heart had me all up in my bag
Got me in my feelings y'all don't even know the half
Went a couple weeks pen to the paper writing raps
Got me wonder when she gonna gonna hit me back
Dropping dimes on the chick maybe just a stack
Dropping lines on the chick now she feeling bad
She knew that I'm a star once she heard all of my tracks
I ain't gon' lie, those couple weeks I ain't even laugh
She prolly got a mans shoulda told me in advance
On my cocky shit know I'm handsome
This a f*cking stick up bitch I better get my ransom
F*ck a bitch who only want me for a dollar
Dream job is a stage I don't wanna wear a collar
Trapped in my brain but I'm doing what I gotta
Feelings filled with pain not a little it's a lotta

I ain't gone lie you had me real f*cked up for a minute but wait
You gon' regret that shit I swear just give it a couple days
I ain't gone lie you had me real f*cked up for a minute but wait
You gon' regret that shit I swear just give it a couple days

This my cocky flow, every where I go I gotta stay low
Need a thick bitch like J-LO, f*ck so good I'mma put her on a payroll
This my cocky flow, every where I go I gotta stay low
Need a thick bitch like J-LO, f*ck so good I'mma put her on a payroll

F*ck a payroll need six checks
Only thing I got out the bitch was some sick sex
Why she bitching in my face 'bout every six secs
If she got a problem she could talk Bree talk Lex
Say less, wouldn't buy you shoes even payless
Wouldn't buy you bags even if it got fake M's
Fake G's, fake LV's, fake like you was to me
I ain't tripping let me roll a little weed
I was bugging I won't lie
How the f*ck you playing me don't play with fye
I was holding on to nothing Catcher in the Rye
But I really am tripping f*ck bugging over guys
You a hoe and I'mma treat you like one
Real talk, ain't a dick but you be feigning for one
Real shit, was tryna give you everything that you want
I'mma chill f*ck a beef unless you bringing a gun

I ain't gone lie you had me real f*cked up for a minute but wait
You gon' regret that shit I swear just give it a couple days
I ain't gone lie you had me real f*cked up for a minute but wait
You gon' regret that shit I swear just give it a couple days
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Writer: Alex Cicillini, Pilgrim Beats
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