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bambashort - trust no thot lyrics

[intro: bambashort & nick the jew]
uh
brra-ba-ba-bow
ay, ay

[verse: bambashort, nick the jew & q]
yeah, i don’t got time for no faker they seem to be g-ssin’ me up and then lie to my face
i put my trust into too many friends who be ridin’ with me and then pump on the brakes
takin my aim at your head i be loadin’ the gat and then putting you right in your place
n0body safe i be burnin my bridges i’m lighting the match and i’m closing the case (water)
d-mn, take a step back i do this till i drop (let’s go, let’s go)
send me the addy i’m there with the mob (esskeet-t, ay)
blowin’ the smoke like this thing is my job (ay, ok, ok)
wastin’ my time i don’t trust any thots (yuh)
send me the dollars so i gotta cop (yuh, yuh, yuh)
yuh, trust no thot, ay (ay)
hand me the knife ‘cause you’re next on the block (brra)
movin’ so fast i don’t know how to stop (ay, ay, yuh)
takin your girl to the back (ay, yuh)
making her count all the stacks (ay, yuh)
bank account don’t got a cap (ay, yuh)
i don’t need top i need racks
don’t try to play me ho (ay, ok)
i don’t got time for no games if you try to be steppin’ on me i’ma drop you ho (ay, ok, ay, ok)
tellin’ me that i be changing, what happened to nathan? (ay, ok, ay, ok)
huh, i don’t know (look at me, f-ck with me b-tch, ay)
i don’t believe in the world i believe in myself i got nothin but love for the fam (brr)
grindin’ to another level i don’t need a handout i take em as hard as i can (let’s go)
it don’t matter, got the contraband (ay, ay)
from the westside to the birmingham (ay, ay)
like a real thug with a hunnid xans (ay, ay)
or a real plug with a hunnid bands (water)
cut to the chase i don’t hold nothin back when i’m gripping the mic i got nothin to hide (gang)
all these fakers they teachin’ me blood’ll be thicker than water the way that they sneak and they lie (gang)
run up on me and i’ll mortify (wet, wet, ay)
with a mask on, let me specify (ay, ay)
try me ho, and i’ll terrify (ay, ay)
i trust no thot and i told you why (yuh, yuh, ay, ay, ay)
back in three weeks well i’m back now
pack a punch with my c-ck like i’m pacquiao (manny)
bring it back to the start with that bling-bloaw
she make that white disappear like a snow plow (water)
the best advice what i said trusting no thot
you been running ‘round here tryna bounce on my rock (bounce)
but i won’t tell you twice we ain’t trusting no thot
remember the name it’s just nick to the kop
you call me bob, i’m the builder (builder)
your girl is a jew, i’m hitler
she sucked my d-ck, didn’t kiss her
broke her heart, didn’t miss her (brra-ba-ba-bow)
gave her my c-m, it blessed her (ay, ay)
gave her some kids, then left her (sike)
nick he’s the jew, the flexer (ay, ay)
gave her this d-ck, it stretched her (what?)
riding with the homies, f-ck a phony (bounce, bounce)
tryna start sh-t when you didn’t even know me (bounce, bounce) b-tches try to bone me, try to own me
shot me down once now looks who’s showing (okay)
nick the jew covers you in his raindrops (what?)
pirates caribbean girl gave me the bop (jack sparrow)
playing with me didn’t know i’m the kop
second koprowski but first by a lot (brra-ba-ba-bow)
wanna ride the nick junior, baby just climb up
spent an hour with her, man, sorry your time’s up
no trouble getting hard it just glides up
ready for a fight now’s the time to size up
walk in the building get weak at your knees (bounce)
trying all positions call me trapeze (bounce)
call me shampoo cover you with ease (bounce)
when i see that -ss i think “mine please” (bounce, bounce)
d-mn, take a step back i do this till i drop (let’s go, let’s go)
send me the addy i’m there with the mob (esskeet-t, ay)
blowin’ the smoke like this thing is my job (ay, ok, ok)
wastin’ my time i don’t trust any thots (yuh)
send me the dollars so i gotta cop (yuh, yuh, yuh)
yuh, trust no thot (ay)
told her i loved her but, b-tch, didn’t mean it (brra)
only put head in but she was still screamin’ (uhh)
nick the jew is your best dream (daddy)
countin’ up k!lls like a bloodstream (brr)
light up the room with my giant beam (lazer)
nose so big it’ll make you scream (f-ck me)
just like the movies, clear off my desk
l1ck on my d-ck, c-m on your chest
mickey mouse, blues clues, you’re under arrest
watch little b-tch, i’m ‘bout to finesse

[outro: bambashort & nick the jew]
i don’t know what i was—
that’s lit fam
it’s f-cking treyway

- bambashort lyrics

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