Lyrics:
doja
Im Full Of Dat Shit
[Webbie] In tha club by the bar wit my niggas we twistin gars spendin 50's wit my boys jumpin stompin makin noise on tha block
got hater ray
All when I’m walkin’ roun’ bruck on my day to day
What cas your gyal get fuck dats di game we play
N I jus know dat your stuck in a major
Sooner jus like a lunar eclipse it covered up my heart, yeah my shit it's dark
I know dat its partly because I jus cant love, it's hard to describe dis
and I n'ave no time fi no kissin' an' charm
Not even how to kiss me (ohh)
Ah true me take yuh likkle heart by storm
I don't know why
Baby girl (baby
I was born in dat N.O.
Murder is daily everybody packin' heat bro
Punk bitches can't survive when ya scary
Everyday young niggas gettin shipped
Kom ons maak 'n, maak 'n, maak 'n plan
Ja ons maak dat ons daarntoe gaan
Jy kan nie meer so sit en die tyd af tel nie
Ietsie moet gebeur wat nie
I was born in dat N.O.
Murder is daily everybody packin' heat bro
Punk bitches can't survive when ya scary
Everyday young niggas gettin shipped
di de Norden antokieken
Bi uns dor is jümmer wat los achter de Dieken
Set di eerstmal dal nimm'n Kööm un'n Aal
Un smeckt di dat nich is mi dat ok
gehoor dat honde die hele nag blaf, dit gaan die buure pla en dan gaan hulle kla
Nee liewer nee, ek sê nee vir 'n hond, maar het julle al gedink aan 'n
'n
myne nie)
Dis nie joune nie (Dis nie joune nie)
Dis nie syne nie (Dis nie syne nie)
Dis 'n ander man se goeters wat ons almal oor stry
Dis hier by my
or I'll die
Sun shine hot an' burnin'
Wer'n't no breeze a-tall
Sweat ran down like water down a hill
Dat day John Henry let his hammer fall
Lawd,
haan)
(Dis die haan wat op die kerk toring staan)
Hop, hop, hop my pertjie, daar is niemand tuis net my kleine boetjie, hy is by die huis
(Hop, hop, hop
locked
We did so much dirt dat dese niggas dont wanna be ops
Lotta guns n dey dirty lil nigga we need new props
I got one in the head so dis clip got 32
with me
Dey ain't regular braids
I'm jus running up dat money
N Stack it like tony
I been thuggin all night be
Thuggin by my lonely
This niggas claim
Tea cup
Lavender and chamomile
Grip that flesh
Dat natural feel
Dat, natural high
Mmmm dis fye
You feel me
Jus vibes n' shit
Look, ay
Dis opulence mix
back fum bein' dead, they sho' gets scary-lookin'! but don't take their appearance too ser
Why, people, 'cause dey say dis de sort o' folks dat belongs
dat I fucks wit
Datll love to come in n drop dis country shit
Other dan dat ina one man band
Born alone by myself so here alone I stand
I ain't gon lie
alright, yo yo
Mi say mi rollin' on di highway
Wid a spliff inna mi hand
(Wid a spliff inna mi hand)
Wid a pretty girl by my side
I spot a police man
my leaf I don't fuck wit da runtz
I just want da fetti let me gone keep it g
Ain't my fault dats yo bitch n feeling me
Disrespect get you shot like
hou ‘n fees, fees saam met my (Saam met my)
Ja dis ‘n fees, fees, fees om by my te wees
Ja dis ‘n fees, fees hier by my (Saam met my)
Kom hou ‘n fees,
were deflateable, she dint say nothin'...jes kept her face open like dis... waitin' fo de salami dat never 'rived! now she fuckin' d
Efcase, dumpin' de
four nickel
I gave u all dat I had bitch
U turned around n start laughing
I'm itchin to blow niggas
Naw I ain't puttin out sad shit
Nigga I been my bag
dat ek kan
Dis net jy wat my kaarte reg kan lees
Dis net by jou wat ek wil wees, dis net jy
Saam met jou het die droom van my ‘n rede
Om vas te hou en
and Stitch
Me 'n my dawg we like Lilo and Stitch
I remember late nite we was pokin' in shit
Yeah you can call me fat, I'm still fuckin' ya bitch
And all dat
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