Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can't Trust A Man (feat. Suga T) , by - Mia x. Release date: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Can't Trust A Man (feat. Suga T) |
| Sistas recognize no matter how you try to understand |
| To understand them |
| Oh noo you can’t trust a man |
| Look here, I’m goin out with tha homies |
| And dont you even give me no lip like you own me |
| You want me couked up so you can do yo thang |
| But now it’s time boot up and say some thangs gone change |
| Like when yo pager rangs |
| Whats up wit all these codes |
| You turn tha thang upside down readin stuff from yo hoes |
| I suppose thats why I got on my clothes |
| Gon have a dance |
| A drink or 2 |
| And I ain’t even trippin on you |
| Cause tha things you think is slick really ain’t |
| You think you bein a playa |
| But looka here |
| Dude you can’t |
| Cause I work everyday, but I dont pay nan bill |
| Sex you only when I want |
| And never do fix a meal |
| But on tha real |
| I be that pimpstriss, mackadame with game |
| Got tha mind playin |
| Met tha trick indeed to bring tha pain |
| Cause yo lame excuses |
| And yo tore up lies |
| Left you hanging wide open |
| And i ain’t even tryin to cope wit |
| Yo mental cause it makes no sense |
| Thats why nothins goin on between us but tha rent |
| I spent alot of time tryna figure you out |
| But now I finally understand |
| You just can’t trust no man |
| You can’t trust a man (why they always cheatin) |
| You can’t trust a man (why they mess up tha way they do) |
| You can’t trust a man (why they always cheatin) |
| You can’t trust a man (You can’t trust a man) |
| As long as a trick comes fallin down |
| It gives me all motion to keep my suit fo tha clown |
| I’se be like get on down |
| Boy get on down |
| I’m hella known fo my strut through my town |
| Suga T here I be its me |
| Momma always told me dont nathin come free |
| They ain’t shh |
| We knows how it goes |
| Always tryna come up on tha rolly hoes |
| But tha skys tha limit |
| I keeps my hmm sewed up |
| They backs up off tha hmm |
| Because I’m tryna make a buck |
| Chuggin tha lug cause i be down wit da funkin |
| Niggas be on my jock like a tree be on tha stump |
| Packin junk in my trunk |
| Must i buck em |
| Callin me all on tha top notch to bust some |
| Lyrical master in tha front |
| Be on this rap scene |
| Who do I be |
| Cause i be that tool with tha classy |
| Breakin em down |
| Shakin em up gettin em stuck |
| Supa bad and ain’t givin a fuck |
| No love No lust |
| Cause thats tha way it goes |
| Cause they ain’t shh |
| You tear me up on tha inside |
| I hope my hardhead understands |
| Cause I can’t trust no man |
| Damn even though he’s a trip |
| It’s hard to let go cause I’m used to his tricks |
| I’m scared to find anotha deal with his habits |
| That might even turn out to be more drastic |
| I’m mackin and he’s ackin on his p’s and q’s |
| But fo how long fo real until I get tha blues again |
| I miss makin dinner fo 2 |
| Candelight, bubble bath and tha rendevous |
| But I do know i ain’t lettin him have his cake |
| And his ice cream while he eats his steak |
| I mean I ain’t down to share no I can’t understand |
| Some otha chick up in tha mix wit my man |
| So I’m bounce just to let him see |
| That if I can’t trust him then he can’t be with me |