[Intro: Yelawolf]
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Yeah, uh... yeah! So I guess I
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just really don't know how to talk no more, man
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Don't know how to tell you the truth, bitch
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(Juh-uh-JEAH!) Truth is gonna hurt you
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and the truth might stop me from gettin some pussy
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..So I'ma lie to you
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I'm fulla shit though, you know?
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{Burn One, Burn One}
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[Chorus: Yelawolf]
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I guess I'm, I guess I'm, fulla shit
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I don't know, how to, treat a bitch
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My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes
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Cause why? Because I'm, fulla shit
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I'm fulla shit, I guess I'm, fulla shit
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I don't know, how to, treat a bitch
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My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes
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Cause why? Because I'm, fulla shit
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[Rittz]
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Bitch ask me my name, I'll lie to ya
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Take it that I'm really incitin up
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Me just sayin you're a dimepiece, when you're really a 5
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but I still run up inside of ya
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And sayin bye to ya, my girl she's so proud of the
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new Prada stuff, I just bought a bunch
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but can't tell it's a knockoff from a flea market
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I'm a piece of garbage, huh?
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But truth be told, I always was
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Tell a bitch whatever, make her fall in love
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Tell her that I hate her best friend, then I call her slut
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But when she ain't around, I call her up
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We got high, drunk a buncha alcohol and fucked
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Bitch found out and her heart was crushed
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Cryin to me but I told her it never meant nothin
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Innocent fuckin, that was all it was
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Swear on everything and to God above
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that I love you and I made a mistake
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Lyin to her, sayin shit like her friend
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couldn't even give head and her pussy just stank
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Like it's all about you girl, what I gotta do girl?
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Tell me and I'll make it okay
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So I bought the bitch a ring from the stall in the mall
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and the bitch couldn't tell that was diamonds is fake
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Shit, just the other day, I was ridin with a chick
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in my Cutlass, blazin dat herb (dat herb)
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We was snortin that white girl, with a liquor bottle
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on the console, wait it gets worse (worse)
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Some cop pulled me over, I'm not really sober
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I know I'm goin to jail if they search
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So I threw the cocaine in her purse
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When they ask about it, I'ma say that it's hers
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I'm fulla shit!
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[Chorus]
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[Big K.R.I.T.]
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Now when I say that I love you shawty, that really mean "Let's fuck!"
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I cain't see pass yo' lipgloss, prayin you down to suck
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Don't confuse me on no day, for a good guy that don't stray
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for a bitch witta fat ass and mouth, how the world the devil stay?
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Now don't play like you ain't down for beatin
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Pussy juice is secretin all on the table you eat at
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Don't get shocked shit was did, if I bust you can keep it
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Grab my clothes and some food up off in yo' stove
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I sneak out the do', that's why you sleepin
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Sayin, "Krizzle, that's too cold," my momma said, "Sew ya oats"
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I plow fields of blue pills and jump down a bitch's throat
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And summa y'all like dem picket fences with the matchin shirts with the wedding bells (naw)
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Ran off with the bride, interception behind the building, cum in her wedding veil
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Maybe that's somewhat out of line, but WHO am I not to hit one mo' time?
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'Specially only lovin you and only fuckin you, shit she was prob'ly lyin
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Didn't get caught fuckin off with a nigga like me for fun, she was prob'ly tryin
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Hoe know I'm fulla shit, but that ain't never stop me from pullin a bitch
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I guess I'm..
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[Chorus]
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[Yelawolf]
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I'm fulla shit, man I got more dirt than a dump truck (dump truck)
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Give a bitch a middle finger, amke it up like thumbs up (thumbs up)
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It's about my execution, lookin for that next-to-boo shit
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Holdin myself on (on), thinkin how do I make this text confusin (text confusion)
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(Yeaaaaaaaah!) Yeah, I'm an artist!
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You see a Georgia Peach and see an orange
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Squeeze her dry, dry heavin starvin
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Thirsty hurry, see the garden
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Grow the flower, cut the pedals
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Give her the bulb because I'm heavy metal
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The President a-fulla shit
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I pull the shit to make you think I got a vote to settle
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Yelawolf is on a whole 'nother level
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That motherfucker's hot, don't hold the kettle
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Don't put ya finger on the trigger, baby be careful
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Shoulda backfired like an armed Beretta
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(Chk-BANG!!) Now you done shot ya face |