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juicy j - don't trust lyrics

who i be? juicy j
one b-tch won’t do sh-t, i gotta f-ck two a day
always ’bout gettin’ paid
paper chasin’ and i can’t let a single dollar get away
blowin’ money like weed smoke
spend a couple bands just to make it all double back
on the block like a running back
put the chopper at your -ss, have your tough -ss runnin’ laps
these n-gg-s beefin’ with each other over lame -ss hoes
seen the same b-tch suckin’ d-ck in the club for some rosé mo
a few words of advice better keep my name off your tape, young n-gg-
i got n-gg-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 n-gg-s necks like a violin
n-gg- f-cked up, gotta go and try again
1-800-get-rich, broke n-gg- 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 n-gg-
tryna get some money, they gon’ send you up a river

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i don’t trust these hoes
and i don’t trust these n-gg-s
i don’t trust these hoes
and i don’t trust these n-gg-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 n-gg-s

how can a n-gg- trust any one of you clowns?
when my own family let me down
everybody in this mothaf-cka, hands out
bullseye on a mothaf-cka’s grands out
sore thumb swag, n-gg-s know i stand out
pull up in the casper, then the b-tches ran out
neck shine like police lights
n-gg-s lookin’, say we hood light street life, beef’s cookin’
flash money ’round ratchet hoes, they gon’ steal it
b-tch f-ck with my money, somebody gettin’ killed
gotta watch these n-gg-s, gotta watch these b-tches
i trust my chopper to watch my riches
sewed the game up like st-tches
f-ck snitches, you n-gg-s comin’ up short like midgets
i try to keep the sh-t one thousand
with the n-gg-s who kept it one thousand
i’ma hustle, f-ck loungin’
when i didn’t have sh-t, you didn’t come around then
thought she was my b-tch, she was your b-tch
her b-tch, his b-tch, a for sure b-tch
you caught feelings, now you wanna kill her
don’t get upset, dog, that’s just the real her
these b-tches love givin’ head, love spendin’ bread
sellin’ p-ssy on the low, what you said?

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