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letra de trust nothing (demo) - king von

trust nothing (demo) lyrics
[intro: king von]
(banger)
huh? what?
yeah, huh? huh? what?
nah, nah, huh? what?
(dj on the beat so it’s a banger)
huh? what? von

[chorus: king von]
b-tch, why you tweakin’ about sh-t ain’t got sh-t to do with you? (what? what?)
when i get this check, ho, i swear that i’m through with you (swear that i’m through)
think you the only one? b-tch, it’s a few of you (b-tch, it’s a few)
i don’t do one-on-ones, b-tch, i need two of you (huh? what? nah, nah)
i don’t trust nothin’, i keep it one hundred (nah)
i thought it was somethin’, it really was nothin’ (it really was nothin’)
we started off f-ckin’, i’m keepin’ you cummin’ (i started off f-ckin’)
i’m holdin’ her down, she can’t do no runnin’ (yeah, yeah)
her ass in the air, so i put my thumb in (i put my)
she say i’m the best, she know how i’m bummin’ (she know how)
i’m makin’ her laugh, she know that i’m funny (she know that i’m)
i’m all in her stomach from monday to sunday (yeah, yeah)
i ask hеr what’s wrong and she say that it’s nothin’ (say that it’s nothin’)
i know her too well, i know that it’s somеthin’ (nah, nah, i know that it’s somethin’)
i been through her phone, i know that she f-ckin’ (i know that she f-ckin’)
ho thinkin’ she smart, i know she a dummy (i know she a dummy)
[verse 1: king von & asian doll]
you playin’ it off, but it’s k!llin’ you, n-gga (d-mn)
your b-tch on my d-ck, she be feelin’ a n-gga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
this b-tch got you ready to k!ll you a n-gga (d-mn, d-mn)
straight drill you a n-gga, you k!llin’ me, n-gga (boom, boom, boom)
but i ain’t trippin’, i’m still on my pimpin’ (nah)
she think that i’m slippin’, i’m keepin’ it pimpin’ (i’m keepin’ it)
just bought me two glocks and i’m keepin’ ’em with me (i’m keepin’ ’em with me)
that b-tch broke your heart, got you roamin’ the city (boom)
i got me a thirty (uh), but i tote the fifty (let’s go, doll)

[verse 2: asian doll]
ayy, met a cool n-gga at a concert
tryna play asian? i’ll make a n-gga heart hurt
you ain’t talkin’ money? out my face, n-gga, reverse
top boy hittas, we gon’ pop up on the opp turf
i don’t wanna talk, lil’ green, i’ma rob ’em
think he finna f-ck, but this n-gga givin’ top first, ayy
n-gga wanna talk ’bout summeryou
on to the next, like a hot girl summer do
goofy ass n-gga but his checks steady comin’ through
i’ma deal with it ’cause his cash i be thumbin’ through
goofy ass n-gga but his checks steady comin’ through
i’ma deal with it ’cause his cash i be thumbin’ through
whole gang with me, i ain’t cuffin’, not even one of you
side b-tch mad, with these hands i’ll punish you
balenciaga bag on my arms when i’m walkin’ through, ayy (b-tch, go, go, doll)
rock a n-gga world, he be on me like a t-shirt
took her baby daddy, so i know the b-tch feelings hurt
diamonds in his mouth, he gon’ l!ck me like a starburst
sippin’ on the act’, caught her lackin’ so i fought her, ayy (go, go, b-tch)
in them dressing rooms, i’ma see somethin’
all these hoes goin’, b-tch ready, she gon’ eat somethin’
put me on his plate, he a savage, he gon’ feel somethin’
take me to the o, i told him, “daddy, let me see somethin'”
otf with him, he a s-xy ass reaper
dropped my last vibe, we ain’t match [?]
[chorus: king von]
b-tch, why you tweakin’ about sh-t ain’t got sh-t to do with you? (what? what?)
when i get this check, ho, i swear that i’m through with you (swear that i’m through)
think you the only one? b-tch, it’s a few of you (b-tch, it’s a few)
i don’t do one-on-ones, b-tch, i need two of you (huh? what? nah, nah)
i don’t trust nothin’, i keep it one hundred (nah)
i thought it was somethin’, it really was nothin’ (it really was nothin’)
we started off f-ckin’, i’m keepin’ you cummin’ (i started off f-ckin’)
i’m holdin’ her down, she can’t do no runnin’ (yeah, yeah)
her ass in the air, so i put my thumb in (i put my)
she say i’m the best, she know how i’m bummin’ (she know how)
i’m makin’ her laugh, she know that i’m funny (she know that i’m)
i’m all in her stomach from monday to sunday (yeah, yeah)
i ask her what’s wrong and she say that it’s nothin’ (say that it’s nothin’)
i know her too well, i know that it’s somethin’ (nah, nah, i know that it’s somethin’)
i been through her phone, i know that she f-ckin’ (i know that she f-ckin’)
ho thinkin’ she smart, i know she a dummy (i know she a dummy)

- king von

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