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dj sound - never trust a bitch lyrics

[intro]
b+tches, b+tches, b+tches
b+tches, b+tches, b+tches
b+tches

[verse 1: kee+wee]
n+ggas ride around scopin’ hoes, g
b+tches like to sweat upon them n+ggas with them gold t++th
just because they know a n+gga bail
his face could be f+cked up, but she might as well
holler at this n+gga anyway
b+tches like a n+gga who can spend his money every day
like me, i meet a b+tch, dump a b+tch
hoes get this d+ckin’ from this kee+wee, mane, they like this sh+t
no, i’m not the type to fall in love
suckers fall in love, real n+ggas f+ckin’ hit that bud
‘causе from a b+tch all i want is motherf+ckin’ money
even though you ain’t brokе ho, yeah, i know your check is comin’
chargin’ these b+tches like a motherf+ckin’ credit card
i don’t give a f+ck about your motherf+ckin’ broken heart
n+ggas like me know the game ain’t gon’ never change
never put your trust into a b+tch because she’s tryflin’, mane

[chorus]
biatch, biatch, bia—
biatch, biatch, bia—
bi+bi+bi+biatch
biatch, biatch, bia—
biatch, biatch, bia—
bia+bia+bia+biatch
[verse 2: kee+wee]
kee+wee kickin’ sh+t back with my n+ggas, smokin’ junts
high as a motherf+cker, mane, smokin’ on a quarter blunt
mane, i hit the ho, and time for me to go and bust a nut
called my main b+tch up to see if she’d let me get in that stuff
yeah, she started trippin’, hollerin’ she gotta watch some f+ckin’ kids
got my roadies lookin’ and jokin’ of that motherf+ckin’ sh+t
vamped the scene, have to go and see what’s up with that dumb b+tch
walked up in the house, seen the ho suckin’ on a d+ck
mane, i saw that sh+t, mane, that sh+t made me go berserk
i’m a true motherf+ckin’ player, but it still hurt
what am i to do, to this b+tch? i never should’ve trusted her
d+mn, i feel so f+ckin’ bad aside, ’cause i used to love her
the main thing, ho, that really burns me up, b+tch
you never even offered to suck my motherf+ckin’ d+ck
b+tches ain’t ’bout sh+t, they’re never true to the game
never put your trust into a b+tch because she’s tryflin’, mane

[chorus]
biatch, biatch, bia—
bi+bi+bi+biatch
biatch, biatch, bia—
biatch, biatch, bia—
bia+bia+bia+biatch
biatch, biatch, bia—
bia+bia+bia+biatch
biatch, biatch
[verse 3: kee+wee]
see these ho, (?) pullin’ nasty b+tches
and these b+tches got the nerve to talk much stupid sh+t about a young n+gga like me, they say:
“you’re broke. quit spendin’ all my f+ckin’ money on crack”
you b+tches got me all wrong
the crack monster is at your motherf+ckin’ home
it’s your mother, your father, your brother too
even your sister, is givin’ up the f+ckin’ chewin’
i ain’t sh+t? i make you hoes feel shame
i’ll do some crazy sh+t, i won’t call out you hoes name
but i’ll pass, i’m lettin’ you stupid b+tches know
i’m not smokin’ so get the f+ck away you hoes (biatch)
b+tches ain’t ’bout sh+t, they’re never true to the game
never put your trust into a b+tch because she’s tryflin’ mane

[outro: kee+wee]
yeah, this kee+wee off in the motherf+ckin’ house
yeah, we gonna talk about all these tryflin’ ass g b+tches on the roll call
that ho keisha is a tryflin’ ass g b+tch
that ho kay kay is a tryflin’ ass g b+tch
that ho (?) is a tryflin’ ass g b+tch
that ho (?) is a tryflin’ ass g b+tch
that ho (?) is a tryflin’ ass g b+tch
that ho stacey is a tryflin’ ass g b+tch
that ho linda is a tryflin’ ass g b+tch
that ho tracey is a tryflin’ ass g b+tch
that ho squeeda is a tryflin’ ass g b+tch
yeah, this kee+wee off in the motherf+ckin’ house
and i’m out

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