Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trust Issues, artist - T-Pain. Album song The Iron Way, in the genre СоулDate of issue: 19.02.2018
Record label: Funky
Song language: English
Trust Issues |
| One day niggas gone learn not to fuck with me |
| The heater on my side, I’ll burn me a fuck nigga |
| Fuck nigga, I got trust issues, I don’t really trust niggas |
| You only got one life to live, might as well turn up nigga |
| Better duck nigga, unless you got a bulletproof truck nigga |
| Cause you the only one throwing money in the club |
| You the only one that’s gone be stuck nigga |
| Your ass out of luck nigga, tryna stunt but you’re stunting too much nigga |
| And my face just way too pretty |
| So I ain’t tryna punch niggas |
| What’s up nigga? |
| Everything cool right now but it could go left |
| So I don’t trust niggas, no niggas, I don’t even trust myself |
| It get deeper, mama said y’all niggas don’t give a fuck till the crew hot |
| And I believe her |
| One of these days you niggas gonna try to take me out like 2Pac |
| One day niggas gone learn not to fuck with me |
| The heater on my side, I’ll burn me a fuck nigga |
| Fuck nigga, I got trust issues, I don’t really trust niggas |
| You only got one life to live, might as well turn up nigga |
| I done laid in a niggas bushes 3 whole days and 3 whole nights |
| Just served that boy a whole thing but I got to get my shit byke (back) |
| I got trust issues, I don’t fuck with you, nigga might be them federals |
| So I serve a nigga then rob a bank, hit the strip club then blow a check at |
| Follies |
| nigga on G code, since serving out the trap out the peephole |
| Got a sawed off shotty and an automatic weapon |
| On the couch sitting there like it’s legal |
| And no nigga, I am no Migo |
| I’m a Florida nigga and you can get your issue |
| And I don’t even trust you niggas in my dreams |
| So you know a nigga still sleeping with the pistol |
| Like that! |
| One day niggas gone learn not to fuck with me |
| The heater on my side, I’ll burn me a fuck nigga |
| Fuck nigga, I got trust issues, I don’t really trust niggas |
| You only got one life to live, might as well turn up nigga |
| I’m ahead of my time, and everybody late |
| Ain’t nobody real, everybody fake |
| I’m a diamond in the rough man, you just fugazi |
| Smoke can’t stand me, Ludacris hate me |
| Nappy Boy shit, we make bread |
| Cut a nigga off like T-Pain's dreads |
| If Cash don’t like you, I don’t fuck with you |
| 99 percent of these boys fuck niggas |
| And 99 percent of these rappers nowadays is gay |
| On the low they probably fuck niggas |
| And that’s where you lost me |
| Before I trust niggas I’d rather take prescription pills from Bill Cosby |
| Two words for you, blucka! |
| blucka! |
| Clique tighter than pants on Thugger Thugger |
| Then get robbed, see them killers in the masks |
| You ain’t on this song, got a bullet for your ass like |
| One day niggas gone learn not to fuck with me |
| The heater on my side, I’ll burn me a fuck nigga |
| Fuck nigga, I got trust issues, I don’t really trust niggas |
| You only got one life to live, might as well turn up nigga |