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jams the flava child – who can i trust? كلمات اغاني

[intro: jams the flava child]
(billy hoyle, what up?)
you know what time it is
j_a to the m_s, the smoothest out the midwest
3_1_2 to the 2_0_6
ayy, ayy

[chorus: jams the flava child]
and i still ain’t met a girl that i could trust (i don’t trust these b_tches)
music, money, that’s my only love
and i still ain’t met a girl that i could trust (man, i cannot trust these b_tches)
music, money, that’s my only love
[verse 1: jams the flava child]
came in this b_tch, did it by myself
they all on my d_ck, i need a bigger belt
being myself, accumulate wealth
heavenly feelin’ to get through the h_ll
nonchalant, but low key, homie, you can’t cop my fit
we not talkin’ real estate when we say wе do super flips
i stay with my baby mary jane like i’m spidеr_man
no exaggeration, baby, take you where you never been
i don’t trust a soul, its gon’ take some time to let you in
i know that i’m special, come around me, guaranteed to win
smoking out the ‘lac
trappin’ out the benz
spend a lot of time alone, i don’t need a lot of friends, ayy
think for myself, out of touch, out of reach
only get deep on top of the beat
i know they lyin’, not happy for me
i feel the jealousy, envy and greed
if you don’t know what you want, i can’t give you what you need
f_ck the world raw for all the times that it f_cked with me
ayy (ayy, ayy), what’s the price of honesty and loyalty? (loyalty)
is it worth all your peace and your sanity? (ayy)

[chorus: jams the flava child & travis thompson]
and i still ain’t met a girl that i could trust (i don’t trust these b_tches)
music, money, that’s my only love
and i still ain’t met a girl that i could trust (man, i cannot trust these b_tches)
music, money, that’s my only love (uhh, yeah, uhh, ayy)
[verse 2: travis thompson]
i got a face that’s hard to forget, huh
i’m from a place that’s home of the rap
i like to talk out my neck
i like takin’ trips with shorty blowin’ checks on denim
i like droppin’ raising bars and f_ckin’ up the f_cks momentum
time like fifteen from arrival
crisp jeans and a white tee
put sixteens on a lil’ beat
got the whole game in a tight squeeze
verse pricey, talk spicy
fit dry clean like a mob boss
need to revamp me and my pen like p_framp with a talkbox, ayy
you know me, i’m in the whip
with a circle small as f_ck ’cause i don’t need a new expense
i hit bottom by my lonely, ain’t no point and need to vent
pick myself up out the gutter, like i can’t be one of them
product of changed paths, got the power, my name back
no, you not meetin’ the same trav’, this ain’t that
spittin plain facts, yeah, uhh
still ain’t met no one to trust
wouldn’t trust me either, see what i do for a couple bucks, no lie

[chorus: jams the flava child]
still ain’t met a girl that i could trust (i don’t trust these b_tches)
music, money, that’s my only love (spend a lot of time by myself, i like to spend time by myself)
and i still ain’t met a girl that i could trust (that’s when i think the most free, that’s when i get the most done)
music, money, that’s my only love (i clear all that negativity out, make room for more cars and sh_t, you know?)

- jams the flava child

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