Brian, Allen, Snow Tha Product - Because I'm Selfish lyrics

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, bitch
(Juh uh-JEAH) Truth is gonna hurt you
And the truth might stop me
From gettin some pussy so I'mma lie to you
I'm fulla shit though, you know?
Burn One, Burn One

I guess I'm, I guess I'm, fulla shit
I don't know, how to, treat a bitch
My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes
Cause why? Because I'm, fulla shit
I'm fulla shit, I guess I'm, fulla shit
I don't know, how to, treat a bitch
My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes
Cause why? Because I'm, fulla shit

Bitch 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 bitch 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 fucked
Bitch found out and her heart was crushed
Cryin to me but I told
Her it never meant nothin
It was innocent fuckin, 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' shit like her friend
Couldn't even give head and
Her pussy 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 bitch a ring
From the stall in the mall
And the bitch couldn't tell that
Was diamonds is fake
Shit, just the other day
I was ridin with a chick
In my Cutlass, 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 shit!

I guess I'm, I guess I'm, fulla shit
I don't know, how to, treat a bitch
My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes
Cause why? Because I'm, fulla shit
I'm fulla shit, I guess I'm, fulla shit
I don't know, how to, treat a bitch
My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes
Cause why? Because I'm, fulla shit

Now when I say that I love you shawty
That really mean "Let's fuck!"
I can't see pass yo' lipgloss
Prayin you down to suck
Don't confuse me on no day
For a good guy that don't stray
For a bitch with a fat ass and mouth
How the world the devil stay?
Now don't play like you
Ain't down for beatin'
Pussy juice is secretin all on
The table you eat at
Don't get shocked shit 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 bitch'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 fuckin you, shit she was prob'ly lyin
Didn't get caught fuckin off with a
Nigga like me for fun
She was prob'ly tryin'
Ho know I'm fulla shit
But that ain't never stop me
From pullin' a bitch i guess I'm

I guess I'm, I guess I'm, fulla shit
I don't know, how to, treat a bitch
My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes
Cause why? Because I'm, fulla shit
I'm fulla shit, I guess I'm, fulla shit
I don't know, how to, treat a bitch
My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes
Cause why? Because I'm, fulla shit

I'm fulla shit
Man I got more dirt than a dump truck
(dump truck) give a bitch a middle finger
Make it up like thumbs up (thumbs up)
It's about my execution
Lookin for that next-to boo shit
Holdin' my cell phone
Thinkin' how do I make this text confusing
(text confusion)
(Yeaaaaaah) 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 shit
I pull the shit to make you think
I got a vote to settle
Yelawolf is on a whole 'nother level
That motherfucker'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 bitch say, "Hey look bitch
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

I guess I'm, I guess I'm, fulla shit
I don't know, how to, treat a bitch
My momma said, I shoulda had, brown eyes
Cause why? Because I'm, fulla shit