DJ Burn One - Fulla sh** lyrics

[Intro: Yelawolf] 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**h (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** though, you know? {Burn One, Burn One} [Hook: Yelawolf] I guess I'm, I guess I'm, fulla sh** I don't know, how to, treat a b**h My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes Cause why? Because I'm, fulla sh** I'm fulla sh**, I guess I'm, fulla sh** I don't know, how to, treat a b**h My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes Cause why? Because I'm, fulla sh** [Verse 1: Rittz] b**h 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 her but She can't tell it's a knockoff from the flea market I'm a piece of garbage, huh? But truth be told, I always was Tell a b**h whatever, make her fall in love Tell her that I hate her best friend, then I call her s*ut But when she ain't around, I call her up We got high, drunk a buncha alcohol and f**ed b**h found out and her heart was crushed Cryin to me but I told her it never meant nothin It was innocent f**in, 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** 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**h a ring from the stall in the mall And the b**h couldn't tell that was diamonds is fake sh**, just the other day, I was ridin with a chick In my Cutla**, blazin dat herb (dat herb) We was snortin that white girl, with a liquor bottle In 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 coke into in her purse When they ask about it, I'mma say that it's hers I'm fulla sh**! [Hook] [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.] Now when I say that I love you shawty, that really mean "Let's f**!" I can't see pa** yo' lipgloss, prayin you down to s** Don't confuse me on no day, for a good guy that don't stray For a b**h with a fat a** 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** 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**h'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 lovin you and only f**in you, sh** she was prob'ly lyin Didn't get caught f**in off with a n***a like me for fun, she was prob'ly tryin' Ho know I'm fulla sh**, but that ain't never stop me from pullin' a b**h I guess I'm.. [Hook] [Verse 3: Yelawolf] I'm fulla sh**, man I got more dirt than a dump truck (dump truck) Give a b**h a middle finger, make it up like thumbs up (thumbs up) It's about my execution, lookin for that next-to-boo sh** 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** I pull the sh** to make you think I got a vote to settle Yelawolf is on a whole 'nother level That motherf**er'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**h say, "Hey look b**h, here Yelawolf comes!" My ego's gettin' bigger though, watchin' my CD go in Best Buy One of these girls gonna do me like Left Eye [Hook:]