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letra de never trust a bitch - dj sound

[intro]
b-tches, b-tches, b-tches
b-tches, b-tches, b-tches
b-tches

[verse 1: kee-wee]
n-ggas ride around scopin’ hoes, g
b-tches like to sweat upon them n-ggas with them gold t–th
just because they know a n-gga bail
his face could be f-cked up, but she might as well
holler at this n-gga anyway
b-tches like a n-gga who can spend his money every day
like me, i meet a b-tch, dump a b-tch
hoes get this d-ckin’ from this kee-wee, mane, they like this sh-t
no, i’m not the type to fall in love
suckers fall in love, real n-ggas f-ckin’ hit that bud
‘causе from a b-tch all i want is motherf-ckin’ money
even though you ain’t brokе ho, yeah, i know your check is comin’
chargin’ these b-tches like a motherf-ckin’ credit card
i don’t give a f-ck about your motherf-ckin’ broken heart
n-ggas like me know the game ain’t gon’ never change
never put your trust into a b-tch because she’s tryflin’, mane

[chorus]
biatch, biatch, bia—
biatch, biatch, bia—
bi-bi-bi-biatch
biatch, biatch, bia—
biatch, biatch, bia—
bia-bia-bia-biatch
[verse 2: kee-wee]
kee-wee kickin’ sh-t back with my n-ggas, smokin’ junts
high as a motherf-cker, mane, smokin’ on a quarter blunt
mane, i hit the ho, and time for me to go and bust a nut
called my main b-tch up to see if she’d let me get in that stuff
yeah, she started trippin’, hollerin’ she gotta watch some f-ckin’ kids
got my roadies lookin’ and jokin’ of that motherf-ckin’ sh-t
vamped the scene, have to go and see what’s up with that dumb b-tch
walked up in the house, seen the ho suckin’ on a d-ck
mane, i saw that sh-t, mane, that sh-t made me go berserk
i’m a true motherf-ckin’ player, but it still hurt
what am i to do, to this b-tch? i never should’ve trusted her
d-mn, i feel so f-ckin’ bad aside, ’cause i used to love her
the main thing, ho, that really burns me up, b-tch
you never even offered to suck my motherf-ckin’ d-ck
b-tches ain’t ’bout sh-t, they’re never true to the game
never put your trust into a b-tch because she’s tryflin’, mane

[chorus]
biatch, biatch, bia—
bi-bi-bi-biatch
biatch, biatch, bia—
biatch, biatch, bia—
bia-bia-bia-biatch
biatch, biatch, bia—
bia-bia-bia-biatch
biatch, biatch
[verse 3: kee-wee]
see these ho, (?) pullin’ nasty b-tches
and these b-tches got the nerve to talk much stupid sh-t about a young n-gga like me, they say:
“you’re broke. quit spendin’ all my f-ckin’ money on crack”
you b-tches got me all wrong
the crack monster is at your motherf-ckin’ home
it’s your mother, your father, your brother too
even your sister, is givin’ up the f-ckin’ chewin’
i ain’t sh-t? i make you hoes feel shame
i’ll do some crazy sh-t, i won’t call out you hoes name
but i’ll pass, i’m lettin’ you stupid b-tches know
i’m not smokin’ so get the f-ck away you hoes (biatch)
b-tches ain’t ’bout sh-t, they’re never true to the game
never put your trust into a b-tch because she’s tryflin’ mane

[outro: kee-wee]
yeah, this kee-wee off in the motherf-ckin’ house
yeah, we gonna talk about all these tryflin’ ass g b-tches on the roll call
that ho keisha is a tryflin’ ass g b-tch
that ho kay kay is a tryflin’ ass g b-tch
that ho (?) is a tryflin’ ass g b-tch
that ho (?) is a tryflin’ ass g b-tch
that ho (?) is a tryflin’ ass g b-tch
that ho stacey is a tryflin’ ass g b-tch
that ho linda is a tryflin’ ass g b-tch
that ho tracey is a tryflin’ ass g b-tch
that ho squeeda is a tryflin’ ass g b-tch
yeah, this kee-wee off in the motherf-ckin’ house
and i’m out

- dj sound

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