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letra de can't trust 'em (m.a.b. mix) - m.a.b.

{verse 1}

ok i’m blowin up off this rap sh-t
stackin up off that trap sh-t
i was fallen down, but now i’m back up
yea my back ups and actress
she a bad chick, in designer
you gotta bad chick, but mine finer
you mistaken p-ssy for power
f-ck a mattress, man we out grindin
what you f-ckin for? you feel comfortable?
now you thinkin kids, mister hucksable
got bread, got cheese, got meat
now she put me in a box to make a lunchable
now, who u think this is girl?
yo think i’m new to this biz, girl?
i stay mackin so i stay strapped
till my homegirl suck the jizz, hurl
i’m sick as h-ll, my whip appeal
got infidels, runnin in brazil
for a couple mill, they’ll make a k!ll
i pay the bail, so they don’t believe in jail
they don’t believe in h-ll, so they don’t believe in god
norfolk n-ggas ‘gon eat your heart
northwest n-ggas ‘gon k!ll ur broad
and all my southside n-ggas ‘gon beat the odds
started down, now they on the rise
right hand all on her thighs
trill n-gga, that’s on my life
the baddest hipsters all on my side
pretty boy with a mean mind
don’t need a watch to know its me time
i’m lookin good and my tree’s pine
h-ll yea, make your girl’s knees shine!
hold up, (hold up), hold up
did a n-gga just swag like that?
pouch with the loud feelin proud
cuz young n-gga got green, like a cabbage patch
yea, it’s 2012, i’m the aftermath
y’all n-ggas shady, no aftermath
call me m.a.b., nothing after that!
all my n-ggas lurkin, they after rats!

{hook}
i can’t trust none of these n-ggas
can’t trust none of these hoes
i’m k!lling it
and i’m chilling in a marijuana cloud with my bros
talking sh-t, but i’m talkin ghost
gettin’ money, that’s all i know
k!lling sh-t and i been the sh-t
and i did this sh-t all on my own!
x2

{bridge}
your girl get loose off this dro, gettin loose off this dro
she swagged me out of my clothes, i done got her into her zone
now she loose off of this dro, gettin loose after this dro
she ain’t goin back home so stop blowin up her phone

man i f-cked up, smoked her out
she f-ked up. i’m stroking now
picked up, broke a pound
d-ck her up, she broken now
back on the grind, focused now
if she think she mine, she hopin foul
now her n-gga be locin’ now
i been said that n-gga was bogus, wow!
real n-gga with heart, (what?) how the f-ck u feel n-gga?!
i been this from the start, (what?) so where the f-ck is my deal, n-gga?!
i’m outragous, groundbreaking, no pound breaking, the town favorite
n-ggas fakin, b-tches fakin
i keep on cranking , i don’t see no haters!
hold up!
(hold up!)

{hook}

- m a b

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