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lil yachty - i dont trust my bitch / old red كلمات الأغنية

part i:

you in a drought!
i don’t trust my b_tch
e_ever
n_gga, you don’t love your baby mama, n_gga, you love me, b_tch! (huh, huh, yeah)
i don’t trust my b_tch
she don’t trust me either
booted up in the bed, she was geeked up on sativa
d_mn, b_tch, you a diva
hide all my jewelry when i go to sleep at night cause
i don’t trust my b_tch
i don’t trust no b_tch
n_gga, i don’t trust you either, n_gga, or these slime ass b_tches, you a p_ssy ass n_gga (ever)
i don’t even trust these b_tches i’m with, n_gga
you a broke ass, lil’ d_ck ass n_gga (yeah, yeah)
the f_ck? (go)
b_tch can’t get my last
b_tches mad at me ’cause i won’t pay cash for ass
‘leventh grade, sellin’ hydrocodones in class
look like a regular bl!ck, you press this b_tton, it’s gon’ blast (flrrt!)
i’ve never seen my b_tch house
made a b_tch come to me every time
peanut, i need all them phones
sticks and stones might break my bones, that’s why i keep chrome
i dropped a b_tch off right in the kitchen
so many plays on the phone, start glitchin’
“he say, she say,” bullsh_t
came back to me one_hundred percent fiction
patek phillipe, never had me a nixon
i fell in love with a video vixen
i never go to sleep in front my b_tches
trust in the process, believe in the vision
part ii:

i got a thick b_tch poppin’ off 2 valiums
halfway sleep while slidin’
this b_tch think i’m childish
put my foot on her head, and her back like goblin
i need an old school ’64
ride around town, mac_10 on my right hip
back in my days, all the glocks had a long clip
back in my, back in my, back in my, back in my
back on my old b_tch, spinnin’ the curb
off of the syrup, i’m slurrin’ my words
fill my ‘script, my b_tch like percs
i’m with draft day, we don’t f_ck with you nerds
i was 18 with a dub in my jeans
muslim lil’ b_tch like to call me, “kareem”
[?], i just popped me a bean
[?] in my hand, i’ma [?] like [?]
reckless as h_ll, put my foot on her head
jump on that b_tch like an old trampoline
really too rich, my new b_tch is a fiend
pretty as h_ll, she in love with bottega
come to the ‘crete, gotta meet the omega
concrete boys, we the new takers
[?] gon’ give him h_ll
brand new brick, brand new bale
hear y’all just came up an m
hmm, really? i can’t tell
still, free all of my brims
still, molly in my timb’s
still, six hoes on my line
treat them just like sims
let’s flip a coin for your b_tch, like a kickoff
she wanna f_ck me, she takin’ my rick off
upset as h_ll, gotta go get this sh_t off
might drop the top on the east, let the stick off
posted outside had to get me a_
i had to get me a fit off
really too rich, i had got me assistants
got me two sisters, suck on my pickle
snuck in the club with that [?] nickel
f_ckin’ a substitute teacher from brickle
stopped drinkin’ lean, but if p pull up with some old red
sh_t, i might have me a little

- lil yachty

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