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letra de trust me - dom pachino

[intro: p.r. terrorist (9th prince)]
yeah, yeah, got me son? (yeah no doubt)
you gonna hold me down on this one, kid (yea, no question)
that’s what i’m talkin’ about
you don’t be believin’ the sh-t i be sayin’ sometimes (n-gga, go ahead wit
that sh-t)
don’t be likin’ that sh-t, son, get on my nerves, son
for real, you supposed to be my n-gga, son, for real (i got you, son)
yo, yo (i got you), yo

[chorus: p.r. terrorist]
you can trust me on this, son, and trust me on that
you can trust me on this, son, and trust me on that
you can trust me on this, son, and trust me on that
smack your -ss wit the face of the gun, her -ss crack
smack your -ss wit the face of the gun, her -ss crack

[chorus: 9th prince]
you can trust me on this, god, or trust me on that
you can trust me on this, black, or trust me on that
you can trust me on this, blood, or trust me on that
smack your b-tch wit the front of the gat, her -ss crack
smack your b-tch wit the front of the gat, her -ss crack

[p.r. terrorist]
smack your -ss wit the -ss of the chrome, the spanish viking is home
recitin’ poems, to leave your weak -ss in the zone, home
the kid’s known, from my grain to the others
bust a shot for my brothers, still poppin’ rubbers
keep a drop on the undercovers, and oversears wanna be us
but still can’t see us wit the heaters
we got many of those, bullet holes left in your f-ckin’ clothes
your f-ckin’ foes’ll froze, for leakin’ out your mouth and nose
i can’t trust you, a year ago, almost had to bust you
a bust due, makin’ this cream just disgust you
gun scream, makin’ this cream, it just digust you, yeah

- dom pachino

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