Onigma - Bullshyt

Ok let me guess you're the man you're the best
So damn fly other guys get put to rest
You always get the girls with the body and the breast
But yo pick up lines is bullshyt, nothing less
You're the guy in the club that walks in loud
All that jewelry on, boy, got you looking like a clown
You trynna buy the bar like you're the man in the town
Wit' your bullshyt swag you trynna be down
You're the type we laugh at, I know that you average
Beat me in the head about the size of your package
When it's time to deliver I'm like: what a bastard!
That bullshyt lie, you should get your ass kicked
You say you got a car, you say you got a crib
But forgot to mention the wife and the kids
I can't care less about the life that you live
Just know that I know all that bullshyt, ya dig?

My heart is on fyah (Bullshyt bullshyt bullshyt)
My soul's like a wheel that's turnin'
My love is alive (Bullshyt bullshyt bullshyt)
My love is alive yeah yeah yeah

Walk up in the spot, some hate some give me props
Some chicks are classy, and some chicks are thots
You fronting for a guy, think that he is hot?
I heard his pipe game rusty and he ain't got a job
Look ladies: this might sound crazy
Not every guy should be the father of your baby
They say they be ready, when it cumms they be lazy
Bullshyt sounded good but look they was faking
Some said I was hating, I'm like: why hate?
What you bring to the table, why should we date?
You always in the kitchen like what can you make?
But the bullshytters never wanna give - they wanna take
Not impressed cause you say you got money
Honestly we laugh cause your whole life is funny
Come to find out: you at home wit' your mommy
Something stinks, that's the bullshyt that's cummin'

My heart is on fyah (Bullshyt bullshyt bullshyt)
My soul's like a wheel that's turnin'
My love is alive (Bullshyt bullshyt bullshyt)
My love is alive yeah yeah yeah

The moral of the song is too many people fronting
Selling me a dream is gonna get you nothing
Can't afford to pay your rent cuz you out here stunting
Bullshyt bullshyt bullshyt bullshyt
So you out here poppin' oh boy just stop it
Don't care about your bank account and what you was droppin'
I know your type I don't care what you coppin'
Cuz it's bullshyt bullshyt bullshyt bullshyt

Written by:
Olga Nigmatzyanova

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