Bullsh*t lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bullsh*t, that’s the title of this sh*t
And when you hear bullsh*t, you say “That sh*t hit”
Now quit, don’t try to f*ck with this
I just drunk some gin, I gotta take a p*ss
Mmm, aah, what a relief
All up in a girl I just released my beef
I keep humpin’ and pumpin’ until I c*m
Yo b*tch, give up the pus*y, and don’t play (dumb)
For your body, you know I’ve been craving
The last couple of weeks my lunch I’ve been saving
To get your ass in a motel
My di*k is steady poundin’ and you’re the scale
So weigh me—wait, I’m about to strip
Take off them clothes so I can rip
That coochie, I know you wanna give it to me
But ay, hoe, don’t try and do me
I’m cool, and patiently I’ve been waitin’
Stand up stuck up, them the ones I be hatin’
And when it’s time to get a di*k pack
They always come with that sh*tty act
I’m sorry, Hi-C, we can’t go out tonight
f*ck that sh*t, y’all make a n*gga wanna fight
So, hey, what’s up? It’s gon’ be like that?
I ain’t gon’ ask you no more, I’m about to jack
Now take off them clothes, and lay down flat
‘Cause that big fat pus*y I got to crack
She took off her jeans, body looking real pretty
I made a mistake when I asked to see the titties
She ripped off her bra, didn’t have no fears
Her sh*t was slappin’, clappin’, flappin’ like elephant ears
I said “Damn! They big as f*ck—a little bit too big for Hi-C to suck”
So I thought for a minute without making a sound
It took at least 10 minutes for me to wrestle ‘em down
Threw back on her bra, tied it up in a knot
Slept on a padlock and said, “Now let me see your c*ck”
She said, “Uhn-uh, stop, boy, that’s enough, I quit”
Now how would you feel if I just slapped you, b*tch?
I’m hitting harder than a bullet, my rhymes don’t quit
I’m Hi-C, hoe, so stop popping that bullsh*t
[Interlude]
Come on, y’all sing it (Bullsh*t!)
Yeah, y’all n*ggas thought I was selling out (Bullsh*t)
Louder (Bullsh*t)
Everybody, say it (Bullsh*t)
Yeah (Bullsh*t)
Keep slangin’ the funky sh*t (Bullsh*t)
How we do (Bullsh*t)

[Verse 2]
The bullsh*t I write is the ultimate
Not the counterfeit, but the legit sh*t
Now trip, I’m the writer of this script
It’ll make you hop because it’s so damn hip
Bullsh*t is like a thief, it’ll run from your ass
It’s sorta like diarrhea, just splish*ty-splash
Bullsh*t is bad, it’ll rough you up
Like a b*tch with the drips, it’ll f*ck you up
But then again, it’s tasty like beef
Like a b*tch suckin’ your di*k without no teeth
It feel good—now don’t you want that feeling?
Big bullsh*t, that’s the stuff that I’m dealing
When I bullsh*t, here’s what I do
Roll up a fat joint, grab a 40 or two
Crack open a bottle, and get to downin’ sh*t
I turn on the TV, watch some nasty flicks
Now when you bullsh*t, you’re not similar to Crawf
You like to be in the bathroom jackin’ off
With a goddamn nasty book inside your hand
That bullsh*t ain’t for the average man
The men I know, hey, they like to f*ck
Like to lick on some titties or get their di*k sucked
That type of sh*t goes in life
When you bust your couple of kids and go get you a wife
I’m the hip-hop hazard, Hi-C, and I would never quit
That’s just itsy-bit of the bullsh*t
[Interlude]
Yeah, you know how I do it, y’all n*ggas can’t fade this
Haha, steady rollin’ with the punches, you know what I’m sayin’
Oh, Hi-C, ooh, your music be bumpin’, boy; you got it going on
I know you making money now, with your cute self
Um, just let me know, what you want me to do for you?

[Verse 3]
I want you to f*ck me and suck me and never stop lickin’
Unh-uh, I ain’t finna do all that—nah, I’m just bullsh*ttin’
‘Cause deep down, I really love ya
Hey, girl, I ain’t lyin’, I put that on Russia
Now what I say might sound like drag
But I hope this bullsh*t don’t make ya mad
I know I promised you so long for you to fix your nails
But it always seeming like we going to the motel
But hey, baby, I can handle this
All my homeboys say I’m so muthaf*ckin’ skinless
‘Til it’s a goddamn shame
And young girls shouldn’t be allowed to mention my name
So what, I don’t care, I don’t give a f*ck
‘Cause when it comes to pus*y, I just line ‘em up
I f*ck one then I say “Who’s next?”
Hi-C getting more pus*y than a goddamn Kotex
A rough rider when I’m f*cking a hoe
I drop my di*k like Macho Man dropped the elbow
There’s no age limit that I f*ck
But I prefer you to be 13 on up
I’ve been servin’ bullsh*t, now how have you got you share?
Quik, tell me, was it funky? (Ah, f*ck yeah)
Yeah, haha, and we just bullsh*ttin’
[Outro]
Yeah, y’all n*ggas know, ‘cause I’m taking over
Tony A. in the house, yeah
We doin’ it, and the beat goes on, haha
That old gangsta sh*t
All the n*ggas in my neighborhood, y’all n*ggas stay up
I ain’t forgot about y’all
Yeah, all my homies, haha, we gon’ flow on
Born in Louisiana, n*gga, raised in Compton
Y’all know what’s up