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Trust Nothing (Explicit) - King Von/Moneybagg Yo
Banger
Huh
What
Yeah
Nah
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
Von
B***h
Why you tweakin' about s**t ain't got s**t to do with you
When I get this check
Ho
I swear that I'm through with you
Swear that I'm through
Think you the only one
It's a few of you
It's a few
I don't do one-on-ones
I need two of you
I don't trust nothin'
I keep it one hundred
I thought it was somethin'
It really was nothin'
We started off f**kin'
I'm keepin' you cummin'
I started off f**kin'
I'm holdin' her down
She can't do no runnin'
Her a*s in the air
So I put my thumb in
I put my
She say I'm the best
She know how I'm bomin'
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
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'
I been through her phone
I know that she f**kin'
Ho thinkin' she smart
I know she a dummy
You playin' it off
But it's killin' you
N***a
D**n
Your b***h on my d**k
She be feelin' a n***a
This b***h got you ready to kill you a n***a
Straight drill you a n***a
You killin' me
Boom
But I ain't trippin'
I'm still on my pimpin'
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***h broke your heart
Got you roamin' the city
I got me a thirty
Uh
But I tote the fifty
Let's not talk about murders
They know I get busy
I don't act like I'm savage
They know that it's in me
I don't question my guys
I know that they with me
I know that they
But back to this b***h
She say that she with it
Say that she with
She textin' my phone
She tell me
Come get me
He holdin' a million
She think that we splittin'
I'm pullin' up now and I'm killin' her
We started off
Go
Can't trust a b***h far as I can throw her
No
Cap to me
Said her daddy was a grower
Too good to be true when she told me the tea
Why
Didn't have no exotic
Just locked up a midget
Got kicked out of school sellin' w**d in the kitchen
Hmm
Snapback
White collar shirt
And some d**kies
Trap
Quick to put me a b***h in detention
Ask Tavo
I been like this for a minute
The hood got too hot
So I moved to the 'burbs
Ferrari sit low
I step out on the curb
Skrrt
She get off at five
Then pull up at six
By seven
She ate me and already split
Hope you not ready to die 'bout that b***h
'Cause this ho ready to go to war 'bout that d**k
Swerve
I keep two or three h*es
One too close to zero
Like NASCAR tires
I rotate a b***h