| Who I be? |
| Juicy J
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| One bitch won’t do shit, I gotta fuck two a day
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| Always 'bout gettin' paid
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| Paper chasin' and I can’t let a single dollar get away
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| Blowin' money like weed smoke
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| Spend a couple bands just to make it all double back
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| On the block like a running back
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| Put the chopper at your ass, have your tough ass runnin' laps
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| These niggas beefin' with each other over lame ass hoes
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| Seen the same bitch suckin' dick in the club for some Rosé Mo
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| A few words of advice better keep my name off your tape, young nigga
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| I got niggas that’ll kill for me, if I say the word they gon' pull that trigger
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| Once again, I be goin' in
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| I be at these niggas necks like a violin
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| Nigga fucked up, gotta go and try again
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| 1−800-GET-RICH, broke nigga dial in
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| Let me tell you people what a boss is
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| You ain’t rich if you still got broke friends
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| Cause you know they still hate on a nigga
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| Tryna get some money, they gon' send you up a river
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| I don’t trust these hoes
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| And I don’t trust these niggas
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| I don’t trust these hoes
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| And I don’t trust these niggas
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| I don’t get caught up though
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| I pull them triggers
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| Cause I don’t trust these hoes
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| And I don’t trust these niggas
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| How can a nigga trust any one of you clowns?
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| When my own family let me down
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| Everybody in this mothafucka, hands out
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| Bullseye on a mothafucka’s grands out
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| Sore thumb swag, niggas know I stand out
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| Pull up in the Casper, then the bitches ran out
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| Neck shine like police lights
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| Niggas lookin', say we hood light street life, beef’s cookin'
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| Flash money 'round ratchet hoes, they gon' steal it
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| Bitch fuck with my money, somebody gettin' killed
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| Gotta watch these niggas, gotta watch these bitches
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| I trust my chopper to watch my riches
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| Sewed the game up like stitches
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| Fuck snitches, you niggas comin' up short like midgets
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| I try to keep the shit one thousand
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| With the niggas who kept it one thousand
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| I’ma hustle, fuck loungin'
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| When I didn’t have shit, you didn’t come around then
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| Thought she was my bitch, she was your bitch
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| Her bitch, his bitch, a for sure bitch
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| You caught feelings, now you wanna kill her
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| Don’t get upset, dog, that’s just the real her
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| These bitches love givin' head, love spendin' bread
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| Sellin' pussy on the low, what you said?
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| I don’t trust these hoes
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| And I don’t trust these niggas
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| I don’t trust these hoes
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| And I don’t trust these niggas
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| I don’t get caught up though
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| I pull them triggers
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| Cause I don’t trust these hoes
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| And I don’t trust these niggas |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Trust , by - Mike WiLL Made It. Song from the album Ransom, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп