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Fulla Sh*t - RittZ
Yeah uh yeah
So I guess I
Just really don't know how
To talk no more man
Don't know how to tell you the truth b**ch
Juh uh jeah truth is gonna hurt you
And the truth might stop me
From gettin some P***y
So I'mma lie to you
I'm fulla sh*t though you know
I guess I'm I guess I'm fulla sh*t
I don't know how to treat a b**ch
My momma said I shoulda had brown eyes
'Cause why
Because I'm fulla sh*t
I'm fulla sh*t I guess I'm fulla sh*t
I don't know how to treat a b**ch
My momma said I shoulda had brown eyes
'Cause why
Because I'm fulla sh*t
B**ch ask me my name I'll lie to ya
Take it that I'm really incitin' up
Me just sayin you're a dimepiece
When you're really a 5
But I still run up inside of ya
And sayin' bye to ya my girl
She's so proud of the
New Prada stuff I just bought a bunch
But can't tell it's a knockoff
From a flea market
I'm a piece of garbage huh
But truth be told I always was
Tell a b**ch whatever make her fall in love
Tell her that
I hate her best friend then
I call her slut
But when she ain't around I call her up
We got high drunk a buncha alcohol and f**ked
B**ch found out and her heart was crushed
Cryin to me but
I told her it never meant nothin
It was innocent f**king that was all it was
Swear on everything and to God above
That I love you and I made a mistake
Lyin' to her sayin' sh*t like her friend
Couldn't even give head
And her P***y just stank
Like it's all about you girl what
I gotta do girl
Tell me and I'll make it okay
So I bought the b**ch a ring
From the sto' in the mall
And the b**ch couldn't tell
That was diamonds is fake
Sh*t just the other day
I was ridin with a chick
In my Cutlass blazin dat herb dat herb
We was snortin that white girl
With a liquor bottle
On the console wait it gets worse
Some cop pulled me over I'm not really sober
I know I'm goin' to jail if they search
So I threw the c**e in her purse
When they ask about it
I'mma say that it's hers
I'm fulla sh*t
I guess I'm I guess I'm fulla sh*t
I don't know how to treat a b**ch
My momma said I shoulda had brown eyes
'Cause why
Because I'm fulla sh*t
I'm fulla sh*t I guess I'm fulla sh*t
I don't know how to treat a b**ch
My momma said I shoulda had brown eyes
'Cause why
Because I'm fulla sh*t
Now when I say that
I love you shawty that really mean Let's f**k
I can't see pass yo' lipgloss
Prayin you down to suck
Don't confuse me on no day for
A good guy that don't stray
For a b**ch with a fat ass
And mouth how the world the devil stay
Now don't play like you
Ain't down for beatin'
P***y juice is secretin all
On the table you eat at
Don't get shocked sh*t
Was did if I bust you can keep it
Grab my clothes and some food
Up off in yo' stove
I sneak out the do' that's
Why you sleepin
Sayin' Krizzle that's too cold
My momma said sew ya oats
I plow fields of blue pills and
Jump down a b**ch's throat
And summa y'all like dem picket
Fences with the matchin'
Shirts with the wedding bells now
Ran off with the bride
Interception behind the building
Cum in her wedding veil
Maybe that's somewhat out
Of line but who am
I not to hit one mo' time
'Specially only lovin you
And only f**king you sh*t
She was prob'ly lyin
Didn't get caught f**king off
With a n***a like me for fun
She was prob'ly tryin'
Ho know I'm fulla sh*t but
That ain't never stop me from pullin' a b**ch
I guess I'm I guess I'm fulla sh*t
I don't know how to treat a b**ch
My momma said I should a had brown eyes
'Cause why
Because I'm fulla sh*t
I'm fulla sh*t I guess I'm fulla sh*t
I don't know how to treat a b**ch
My momma said I should a had brown eyes
'Cause why
Because I'm fulla sh*t
I'm fulla sh*t man
I got more dirt than a dump truck dump truck
Give a b**ch a middle finger
Make it up like thumbs up thumbs up
It's about my execution lookin
For that next to boo sh*t
Holdin' my cell phone thinkin'
How do I make this text confusing
Text confusion
Yeaaaaaaaah yeah I'm an artist
You see a Georgia Peach and see an orange
Squeeze her dry dry heavin' starvin'
Thirsty hurry see the garden
Grow the flower cut the pedals
Give her the bulb because I'm heavy metal
The President a fulla sh*t
I pull the sh*t to make
You think I got a vote to settle
Yelawolf is on a whole 'nother level
That motherf**ker's hot don't hold the kettle
Don't put ya finger on
The trigger baby be careful
Shoulda backfired like an armed beretta
Chk bang
Now you done shot ya face off
Rittz I don't really know what to say y'all
I got so many bodies up under my belt
That I'm runnin out of room
I don't know where to lay y'all
I guess I'm a man yeah I'm a man head
I'm a man I'mma run 'til I'm done
I guess I get a kick when
I hear a b**ch say
Hey look b**ch here
Yelawolf comes
My ego's gettin' bigger though watchin' my
C D go in best buy
One of these girls gonna do me like
Left eye
I guess I'm I guess I'm fulla sh*t
I don't know how to treat a b**ch
My momma said
Said
Said
Said
Said