- trust issues 歌詞 YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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- YoungBoy Never Broke Again
- Bitch, you know that I don't trust you, huh
Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues
I've been turnt up, I've been goin' down jiggaboos
I' ve been rollin', made it out my boo
She seen the rules, she can't control me, yeah
Keep that bag on me, I got bad bitches, had to switch my swag on 'em
I'm tryna bring a fan with me
And I keep one tucked, I brought a N with me, uh, uh
Drinkin' on that lemon, ain't got no Henn' in me
Bitch, you ain't dumb, you know I'm slumped
Extra guns inside the trunk, ask 'em that I keep me one
Throw one curb and I'm sendin' somethin'
Baby, I'm a real gangster, 'til I find another one
I live in the mornin' and I came from nothin'
Won't throw that cash, then give mе somethin'
I'm fresh and she likе the way I put it on
Hold up, whip it out, I put it on
Bitch bark, I'ma get you niggas gone
Then go platinum on another song
Dog nigga and shorty be ****in' with me
I ain't givin' no **** 'bout a nigga
She ain't nothin' like me, she be ****in' with them niggas
Every time she around, it's tension
Pop with no prescription, heaven time, I pop my shit
These pussy niggas mimic, on they neck, three seconds, minutes
Try some shit, I shoot that glizzy, bitch, goin' off stuck, let's get it
They around with these dirty bitches, might wanna **** every nigga with me
Bitch, you know that I don't trust you, huh
Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues
I've been turnt up, I've been goin' down jiggaboos
I've been rollin', made it out my boo
She seen the rules, she can't control me, yeah
Keep that bag on me, I got bad bitches, had to switch my swag on 'em
I'm tryna bring a fan with me
And I keep one tucked, I brought a N with me, uh, uh
Drinkin' on that lemon, ain't got no Henn' in me
Want some, take some, shoot that stick and break somethin'
Stop this bitch, then face somethin'
Not no regular day if I ain't makin' nothin'
With that ass, she stayin' in
She gon' make me pass, I just seen money, hungry
Beat it , man, he seen me, better not run up on it
3D out the pint sand, I might cop out three out from 'em
Buddha, it's not Santan, he might tell the Rudolph on 'em
From his ben, we wave to cross him, 3-8, we'll shoot out on him
Bitch, this ain't commercial housin', stuck for life, this public home
Dirty bitch won't come up off my line, that mean she ****in' homie
I don't give no **** 'bout homie, bitch, I just don't want you on
I'm in that North, I'm strapped with choppers, how the **** they found me?
She got me tatted, but takin' dick, one solid way to down me
Bitch, you know that I don' t trust you, huh
Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues
I've been turnt up, I've been goin' down jiggaboos
I've been rollin', made it out my boo
She seen the rules, she can't control me, yeah
Keep that bag on me, I got bad bitches, had to switch my swag on 'em
I'm tryna bring a fan with me
And I keep one tucked, I brought a N with me, uh, uh
Drinkin' on that lemon, ain't got no Henn' in me
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