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letra de no trust - no whites allowed

[intro: to the max]
yeah, it’s your boy out here
607 compton sh-t, man
you know how we living
we get these fifties, hundreds, man
raining all over these hoes, man
but they don’t trust us, they still can’t trust us

[verse 1: doe boi]
gettin’ annoyed, i can’t keep a steady amount of lean in my fridges
it’s insane, so much p-ssy my house is like an adoption center for kittens
you know d-mn well these girls aren’t clean you better go in with mittens
in the middle of the mitten, reppin’ 989 so you know i ain’t kiddin’
i ain’t fibbin’, it’s a serious game we’re living and
sinnin’, listenin’, listen in to the rules that i’ve written
kissin’ women in minutes, what up guys? chris from prank invasion
he’s been famous since martha stewart’s been in the kitchen
fat stacks i’ve been bringin’ in, little homie’s been catchin’ wind
fight and win, back it up, who’s king again?
watch it how i make the bread, pay the bills, shake the bed, shake the feds
gettin’ head call me executioner
thumb always been on the coastline, man are you feelin’ us?
reppin’ 989, my bandwagon like a tour bus
[verse 2: lil cl-tty]
people can’t compete with us
people can’t compete with me
i’m the best like i’m steph’ and i’m pulling up to hit the three
how could a motherf-cker be as fresh as me?
heard your -ss was starving, boy we just got groceries
young boy on the block, selling blocks, tree
yeah my girl is fine, plus she got double-d’s
me and my whole crew just be chasing guap
if someone’s talking sh-t then we’ll roll up on your spot
all my girls are baddies, i’mma say your only girl your thot
ask how many girls i got, i’mma say i got a lot
i’m the kid, young -ss kid, just popped on the grid
christiano ronaldo, i’m send your -ss to real madrid

[verse 3: to the max]
i’mma pull up on the spot with a glock
pull the trigger, watch you drop
like a bunny, i’mma hop
sippin’ on that p-ssy like a pop
and i’m back on top
with your girl, she on my jock
i can’t stop
i’m on lock
defense like i’m rodman
i’m straight mobbin’
see your girl, boy i’m robbin’
the feds they come a knockin’
and you know we come out poppin’
we never stoppin’
got your moms face and we cover that sh-t with toppins’

- no whites allowed

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