D4l - sh**tin' Me lyrics

[Chorus] Uh yeah yeah on dis one right here we goin to lock down the whole world wit dis one come on [X17] you sh**tin me a [X15] Dem aint edie golds in yo mouth, sh**tin me,you say you got dem keys and dem peas,sh**tin me, talkin bout you got dem stacks on deck boy ,sh**tin me,d4l aint whats happenin sh**tin me,cant rap and make this hot track, sh**tin me,you claming you aint feeing this boy,sh**tin me,o dats real platnium on yo neck, sh**tin me,thinkin that gurl right thurr goin get wit cha boy, sh**tin me, tiping house you buying her drinks she gon tell you, sh**tin me, tellin me you got dem pe fo 13, sh**tin me,thinkin i'm gone keep takin this shout money, sh**tin me, dem spree aint got you a** geeked up, sh**tin me, talkin u bout want yo money back partner, sh**tin me, what you thinkin i'm a lame n***a, sh**tin me, telll them cops on the west side think i'm slow, sh**tin me, ther aint nu k**s on this side ,sh**tin me [Chorus X17] they talkin bout the stunt broken mutha f**in sh**tin me, they call me juicy ten yall s**ers n***a's will see,i'ma a made man tyrin to get these mutha f**in millions, have my sh** stacked up higher than peach street buildins, aint no f**in friend of me, damn sho aint no ken to me so why yall tyrin to hang around, yall cant even be fin no ten of me ,sh**tin me d4l is my real click,dem the only n***a's i trust and i break bread wit, see stunting is a habbit, ow i got carrots , everytime my necklas hang my fans try to grab it, i wish you would i wish you would, and try to get buck and so many n***a's wit d4l well tear the club up, and they dreesed in all black, damn right we got stacks,if you want sumtin from the park b**h well buy that, sh**tin me, alwayz talkin bout f**in lintin me get some where, i dont need no broke n***a's round me, come on [Chorus X16] all my gangsta's, all my thugs, they sh** on you, you f** em up, d4l aint all i trust you ,sh**tin me, thats all my luv, they aint bone enuf to come f** wit us, bankhead gone buck wit us, westside gone buck wit us, ATL gone buck wit us,u think fabo aint ready to come out thet door and k** a b**h , you sh**tin me, you think i'm lyin when i say i'm pop by bill, b**h,you sh**tin me, i lived dirty all my life but u think it aint real b**h you sh**tin me, you think i'm playin o wi this steal you sh**tin me, we stand on corners and cus, we hell to much, we k**a wit guts automatic no clutch, proper boy thats me click, i dont care who you wit d4l runin sh**, we got the hood on lock b**h, scot ye lard dats my dog,free blu wat up cuz , in the hood everday, like a fen on d**, got that work for the low, weed, pills ,and the drow,seely fat never slow, count my money get sum mo [Chorus X16]