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​imsg - trust nobody lyrics

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[verse]
friends be fake and friends be bogus, you can’t trust no one
and i know everybody thought i wouldn’t notice, but
yeah, i really f+cking notice, bruh, what you really gotta say? uh+huh
fake friends in my past life and i’m knowing they was closest
that b+tch wasn’t worth it, wasn’t worth me and you know it
maybe that’s just a sentence i made up ’cause i’m coping
and ever since i got backstabbed, i’ve never been so open
took a rap out the bong, bruh, at your house and it was potent
everyday when i wake up, i just think about that moment
to be honest, i don’t want you dеad
never wanted you dеad in the first place
i really cried over you and that dumb b+tch, man
this sh+t give me heartaches
only way i wanted to be up is if you would be my side
and now i’m gon’ really have to say see ya, ’cause to me you really just died
your mom dropped me off that day, i was h+lla high and i wasn’t okay
get so mad, you could catch my fade
but i don’t know if you’d really catch that fade, no, no?
got too much bands all up on me and i’m tryna post up all at the party
and i know you took that molly with pressed xans
and you got it from barbie, that dumbass fan tryna larp me
told him, don’t ever go call me, tell your b+tch don’t taunt me
she in my tiktok comments and caught me
i pull up to the mall and you saw me
please don’t tell me that your ass gon’ drop me
don’t care about b+tch, she just a copy, all in the trap and i got it like lawsy
cooking in this b+tch like my name chef
she tryna talk, but i’m not impressed, everyday i wake, feel less
she wanna f+ck, but i’m just so pressed, can’t get sh+t off my chest
everyday i wake up, can’t rest even if your b+tch wanna text
even if i make more every year and your ass makes less
even if i’m still winning and i got bread on top of bread
even when i got them guns and straps to protect myself with lead
i’m tryna f+ck on my friend, let’s do xans, let’s get chill, prozac
i’m tryna get bills, i got my fans that k!ll for me, i cannot heal
suck me up, pipe me up, i got bands, run me up
suck me up, pipe me up, i got bands, run me up



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