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Fulla **** - Big K.R.I.T.
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 getting some p**sy
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 saying 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
Crying to me but I told her it never meant nothing
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
Lying to her sayin' sh*t like her friend
Couldn't even give head and her p**sy 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 riding with a chick
In my cutlass blazing dat herb dat herb
We was snorting that white girl with a liquor bottle
On the console wait it gets worse 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 coc*ine 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
Praying 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 a** and mouth
How the world the devil stay
Now don't play like you ain't down for beatin'
P**sy juice is secreting 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 sleeping
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 naw
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 loving you and only f**king you
Sh*t she was prob'ly lying
Didn't get caught f**king off with a ni**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 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
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 looking for that next-to-boo sh*t
Holding 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 running 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 getting bigger though watching my cd go in best buy
One of these girls gonna do me like left eye
