歌曲 | Don't Trust |
歌手 | Juicy J |
专辑 | Trippy Trap (Mixtapes) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[Verse 1: Juicy J] | |
Who I be? Juicy J | |
One ********** won't do **********t, I gotta ********** two a day | |
Always 'bout gettin' paid | |
Paper chasin' and I can't let a single dollar get away | |
Blowin' money like ****** smoke | |
Spend a couple bands just to make it all double back | |
On the block like a running back | |
Put the chopper at your ass, have your tough ass runnin' laps | |
These **********s beefin' with each other over lame ass hoes | |
Seen the same ********** suckin' ********** in the club for some Rosé Mo | |
A few words of advice better keep my name off your tape, young ********** | |
I got **********s that'll kill for me, if I say the word they gon' pull that trigger | |
Once again, I be goin' in | |
I be at these **********s necks like a violin | |
********** ****** up, gotta go and try again | |
1-800-GET-RICH, broke ********** dial in | |
Let me tell you people what a boss is | |
You ain't rich if you still got broke friends | |
Cause you know they still hate on a ********** | |
Tryna get some money, they gon' send you up a river | |
[Hook: Juicy J] | |
I don't trust these hoes | |
And I don't trust these **********s | |
I don't trust these hoes | |
And I don't trust these **********s | |
I don't get caught up though | |
I pull them triggers | |
Cause I don't trust these hoes | |
And I don't trust these **********s | |
[Verse 2: Juicy J] | |
How can a ********** trust any one of you clowns? | |
When my own family let me down | |
Everybody in this *********a, hands out | |
Bullseye on a *********a's grands out | |
Sore thumb swag, **********s know I stand out | |
Pull up in the Casper, then the ******* ran out | |
Neck **********ne like police lights | |
**********s lookin', say we hood light street life, beef's cookin' | |
Flash money 'round ratchet hoes, they gon' steal it | |
********** ********** with my money, somebody gettin' killed | |
Gotta watch these **********s, gotta watch these ******* | |
I trust my chopper to watch my riches | |
Sewed the game up like stitches | |
********** snitches, you **********s comin' up short like midgets | |
I try to keep the **********t one thousand | |
With the **********s who kept it one thousand | |
I'ma hustle, ********** loungin' | |
When I didn't have **********t, you didn't come around then | |
Thought she was my **********, she was your ********** | |
Her **********, his **********, a for sure ********** | |
You caught feelings, now you wanna kill her | |
Don't get upset, dog, that's just the real her | |
These ******* love givin' head, love spendin' bread | |
Sellin' ********** on the low, what you said? | |
[Hook] |
Verse 1: Juicy J | |
Who I be? Juicy J | |
One won' t do t, I gotta two a day | |
Always ' bout gettin' paid | |
Paper chasin' and I can' t let a single dollar get away | |
Blowin' money like smoke | |
Spend a couple bands just to make it all double back | |
On the block like a running back | |
Put the chopper at your ass, have your tough ass runnin' laps | |
These s beefin' with each other over lame ass hoes | |
Seen the same suckin' in the club for some Rose Mo | |
A few words of advice better keep my name off your tape, young | |
I got s that' ll kill for me, if I say the word they gon' pull that trigger | |
Once again, I be goin' in | |
I be at these s necks like a violin | |
up, gotta go and try again | |
1800GETRICH, broke dial in | |
Let me tell you people what a boss is | |
You ain' t rich if you still got broke friends | |
Cause you know they still hate on a | |
Tryna get some money, they gon' send you up a river | |
Hook: Juicy J | |
I don' t trust these hoes | |
And I don' t trust these s | |
I don' t trust these hoes | |
And I don' t trust these s | |
I don' t get caught up though | |
I pull them triggers | |
Cause I don' t trust these hoes | |
And I don' t trust these s | |
Verse 2: Juicy J | |
How can a trust any one of you clowns? | |
When my own family let me down | |
Everybody in this a, hands out | |
Bullseye on a a' s grands out | |
Sore thumb swag, s know I stand out | |
Pull up in the Casper, then the ran out | |
Neck ne like police lights | |
s lookin', say we hood light street life, beef' s cookin' | |
Flash money ' round ratchet hoes, they gon' steal it | |
with my money, somebody gettin' killed | |
Gotta watch these s, gotta watch these | |
I trust my chopper to watch my riches | |
Sewed the game up like stitches | |
snitches, you s comin' up short like midgets | |
I try to keep the t one thousand | |
With the s who kept it one thousand | |
I' ma hustle, loungin' | |
When I didn' t have t, you didn' t come around then | |
Thought she was my , she was your | |
Her , his , a for sure | |
You caught feelings, now you wanna kill her | |
Don' t get upset, dog, that' s just the real her | |
These love givin' head, love spendin' bread | |
Sellin' on the low, what you said? | |
Hook |
Verse 1: Juicy J | |
Who I be? Juicy J | |
One won' t do t, I gotta two a day | |
Always ' bout gettin' paid | |
Paper chasin' and I can' t let a single dollar get away | |
Blowin' money like smoke | |
Spend a couple bands just to make it all double back | |
On the block like a running back | |
Put the chopper at your ass, have your tough ass runnin' laps | |
These s beefin' with each other over lame ass hoes | |
Seen the same suckin' in the club for some Rosé Mo | |
A few words of advice better keep my name off your tape, young | |
I got s that' ll kill for me, if I say the word they gon' pull that trigger | |
Once again, I be goin' in | |
I be at these s necks like a violin | |
up, gotta go and try again | |
1800GETRICH, broke dial in | |
Let me tell you people what a boss is | |
You ain' t rich if you still got broke friends | |
Cause you know they still hate on a | |
Tryna get some money, they gon' send you up a river | |
Hook: Juicy J | |
I don' t trust these hoes | |
And I don' t trust these s | |
I don' t trust these hoes | |
And I don' t trust these s | |
I don' t get caught up though | |
I pull them triggers | |
Cause I don' t trust these hoes | |
And I don' t trust these s | |
Verse 2: Juicy J | |
How can a trust any one of you clowns? | |
When my own family let me down | |
Everybody in this a, hands out | |
Bullseye on a a' s grands out | |
Sore thumb swag, s know I stand out | |
Pull up in the Casper, then the ran out | |
Neck ne like police lights | |
s lookin', say we hood light street life, beef' s cookin' | |
Flash money ' round ratchet hoes, they gon' steal it | |
with my money, somebody gettin' killed | |
Gotta watch these s, gotta watch these | |
I trust my chopper to watch my riches | |
Sewed the game up like stitches | |
snitches, you s comin' up short like midgets | |
I try to keep the t one thousand | |
With the s who kept it one thousand | |
I' ma hustle, loungin' | |
When I didn' t have t, you didn' t come around then | |
Thought she was my , she was your | |
Her , his , a for sure | |
You caught feelings, now you wanna kill her | |
Don' t get upset, dog, that' s just the real her | |
These love givin' head, love spendin' bread | |
Sellin' on the low, what you said? | |
Hook |