sh*ttin’ Me lyrics

by

D4L


Chorus x
Uh yeah yeah on dis one right here we goin to lock down the whole world wit dis one

Come on X17

U sh*ttin me a X15

Dem ain't edie golds in yo mouth, sh*ttin me,you say you got dem keys and dem peas,sh*ttin me, talkin bout you got dem stacks on deck boy ,sh*ttin me,d4l ain't whats happenin sh*ttin me,can't rap and make this hot track, sh*ttin me,you claming you ain't feeing this boy,sh*ttin me,o dats real platnium on yo neck, sh*ttin me,thinkin that gurl right thurr goin get wit cha boy, sh*ttin me, tiping house you buying her drinks she gon tell you, sh*ttin me, tellin me you got dem pe fo 13, sh*ttin me,thinkin i'm gone keep takin this shout money, sh*ttin me, dem spree ain't got you ass geeked up, sh*ttin me, talkin u bout want yo money back partner, sh*ttin me, what you thinkin i'm a lame n*gga, sh*ttin me, telll them cops on the west side think i'm slow, sh*ttin me, ther ain't nu kills on this side ,sh*ttin me

Chorus X17

They talkin bout the stunt broken mutha f*ckin sh*ttin me, they call me juicy ten yall suckers n*gga's will see,i'ma a made man tyrin to get these mutha f*ckin millions, have my sh*t stacked up higher than peach street buildins, ain't no f*ckin friend of me, damn sho ain't no ken to me so why yall tyrin to hang around, yall can't even be fin no ten of me ,sh*ttin me d4l is my real click,dem the only n*gga'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*gga'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*tch well buy that, sh*ttin me, alwayz talkin bout f*ckin lintin me get some where, i dont need no broke n*gga's round me

Come on Chorus X16

All my gangsta's, all my thugs, they sh*t on you, you f*ck em up, d4l ain't all i trust you ,sh*ttin me, thats all my luv, they ain't bone enuf to come f*ck wit us, bankhead gone buck wit us, westside gone buck wit us, ATL gone buck wit us,u think fabo ain't ready to come out thet door and kill a b*tch , you sh*ttin me, you think i'm lyin when i say i'm pop by bill, b*tch,you sh*ttin me, i lived dirty all my life but u think it ain't real b*tch you sh*ttin me, you think i'm playin o wi this steal you sh*ttin me, we stand on corners and cus, we hell to much, we killa wit guts automatic no clutch, proper boy thats me click, i dont care who you wit d4l runin sh*t, we got the hood on lock b*tch, scot ye lard dats my dog,free blu wat up cuz , in the hood everday, like a fen on drugs, got that work for the low, weed, pills ,and the drow,seely fat never slow, count my money get sum mo

Chorus X16
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