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cash kidd - trust me كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(do it) my sweet babe (shine)
my sweet baby (prove it)
my sweet baby (say it)
ooh, yeah
uh_huh
p. dot got that pack
ooh_ooh
i don’t wanna wait (ayy)

[verse 1]
can’t wait to smack you, n_gga, been itchin’ to do it
hit stick, you gon’ make my lil’ n_ggas lose it
his b_tch finally left him, i’m the reason they ruined
see me in her texts and i ain’t even in houston
we gon’ air him in the morning since that n_gga so foolish
his b_tch scratched my whole back, that’s why he skippin’ my music
huh, they keep hatin’ like i wasn’t their biggest influence
bebe got successful, i’m not listenin’ to ’em

[chorus]
why you mad that b_tch chose? she want a winner (why you mad?)
tired of arguin’ ’bout hoes over dinner (’bout hoes)
flew hеr to the hills, f_cked her, bryson tillеr (all night)
took her to a show, f_cked her in a sprinter (on the low)
i’m like michael jackson, hand full of glitter, n_gga
he like scooby_doo, whole van full of snitches
buyin’ guns from the nerds, teachin’ scams to the k!llers
motherf_ck what you heard, that boy handlin’ business, huh
[verse 2]
b_tch said it’s over, i don’t when we started, huh
tried to play my heart, she ain’t know i was heartless, huh
quick to draw, he thought i was only an artist
i’m like melvin, lettin’ weed strands grow in the garden
talkin’ million dollar plays when i bump into ghazi
all the opps mad as h_ll, they more p_ssed than chauncey, huh
hit him with that gazer like solluminati (baow, baow)
two b_tches, you know p in the middle like taraji
make me smack you with a hollow tip, you know my temper tiny
boy, you keep comin’ to lose short like you hoop in the nineties, ooh
i just dropped a bag on my b_tch, money well spent
free the real n_ggas, throwin’ sixes in they jail pens (ayy)
countin’ money in the ghost, laughin’ like i’m tales crypt
broke ass boy gon’ make me shoot up all these d_mn tints
n_gga, come outside
can’t wait to make you duck since you givin’ run arounds, n_gga

[chorus]
why you mad that b_tch chose? she want a winner (why you mad?)
tired of arguin’ ’bout hoes over dinner (’bout hoes)
flew her to the hills, f_cked her, bryson tiller (all night)
took her to a show, f_cked her in a sprinter (on the low)
i’m like michael jackson, hand full of glitter, n_gga
he like scooby_doo, whole van full of snitches
buyin’ guns from the nerds, teachin’ scams to the k!llers
motherf_ck what you heard, that boy handlin’ business
trust me
[outro]
love me (say it)
if you’ll trust me (do it)
do you want me? (show it)
if you need me (prove it)
if you love me (do it)
if you want me (show it)
if you need me (prove it)
if you love me (say it)
if you trust me (do it)
if you want me (show it)
trust me (do it)
if you want me (show it)

- cash kidd

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