letra de trust - j3
verse 1: harvey j
ayo re’ whats the word?
emergin’ from slums submurgin’ these bums and k!llin da game witta’ flow so absurd
i’m flyer than doves, yo woman in love ‘cuz the diamonds is white like the sh-t of a bird
i’m black and i’ m sweatin’ and puttin’ in work, i’m back and i’m better than most of these twerps
pause, that b-tch so bad that she made me forget all my words
i’m trippin’, she sippin’ her vocals are slurred
we kissin’ my vision is heavily blurred
i’m trynna to figure out what the f-ck is goin’ on this sh-t got the club in a stir
i’m like “what the f-ck is got this n-gga lookin?”
the same b-tch thats on me the same b-tch thats tooken
i’m thinkin’ d-mn you gotta man so what the f-cks the purpose of you bein’ all on my scr-t-m?
is it ‘cuz my money is as tall as lamar odom?
these b-tches be wantin sh-t like n-ggas owe em
alotta hoes dirty, so condoms i tote em
presidential swag im in my limo and even though yall motherf-ckin b-tch -ss n-ggas ain’t vote em i’m still comin’ straight for your throat, um
hook: harvey j
don’t trust these women
can you tell me what the f-ck was goin’ through your head
that made you really want to trust that ho
that made you want to trust that b-tch
i don’t give a f-ck, what you think that shawty told you
you already know about what these hoes do
don’t trust these women
my n-gga don’t trust these women mayne
verse 3: harvey j
they say don’t judge a book by its cover
well i’ll judge a bottle by its contents
pop the top then i’m on with some other b-tch that i prolly got more in common wit’
you lying b-tch!
talkin’ bout “you was at home”
where the f-ck is at home?
i got off early and came unexpected and this hoodrat was at gone!
a few miles back was the line you crossed and you really think i want you back still
i’ll -ss-ssinate your name on the track as a public display of rap sk!lls (then)
speed it up and then i rush the rhyming
stick my d-ck up in it bust the hyman
rip the sh-t without a f-ck for kindness
just a rebel with a l-st for diamonds
1 thing i will say, me and patience got stress in common
fate called me up, and had the nerve to question my timing
then i hit her with the back of my palm
lifes a b-tch and i’m attacking her thong
ain’t no trustin of not one of you b-tches
you f-ck me over then come back when your wrong, haha
shout out to the n-gga thats rappin’ the song
and you b-tches k!ll highs like a n-gga wit’ a crack in his bong
these lyin’ women i’m repellin’ ’em
they fail at life i’m expellin’ ’em
you smellin’ ’em? my n-ggas ask me for advice and i’m tellin’ ’em
hook: harvey j
don’t trust these women
can you tell me what the f-ck was goin’ through your head
that made you really want to trust that ho
that made you want to trust that b-tch
i don’t give a f-ck, what you think that shawty told you
you already know about what these hoes do
don’t trust these women
my n-gga don’t trust these women mayne
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