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la chat - i don't trust dem boys lyrics

i’m straight up out dat ghetto lookin’ fo’ a come up
i gotta make dat cheese talkin bout mega bucks
i’m spittin much game and i’m pull ’em in this thangs
but man this sh-t is slow, i need to try some other thangs
my brother, hit me on the low, boomin’ into town
i see he living straight, he need to front his girl a pound
i be so f-cked up, that’s da chance i gotta take
i’m dropping outta school, cause this cheese i gotta make
i holla at my brother, he done set his girl straight
whatever for that cheese, on the track real late
i’m pushin so much dope, i done fell off in the mall
me and mac doody, man we shop until we fall
i’m tryin not to splurge, gotta keep it on the low
but dawg that’s hard to do, when you was used to being broke
i’m out here living nice, n-ggas jockin’ my life
i got a karat gold smile and i’m dripped up in ice, sh-t

(repeat 2x)
i don’t trust dem boys, get em all way from round here
everybody talkin’ how we flashin’ all the time here
police n-ggas snitchin’ when i’m tryin to sell these pounds here
need to shut the f-ck up, you get yo’ self drowned here

i got a benz on twenties but i’m still in the hood
my neighbors wonderin how the f-ck did i get it so good
there you go, nosy ho, all up in my biz
ain’t no questions asked when i’m out there feeding your kids
i wonder why the police always riding my block
they need to take they -ss on, i’m tired of swallowin rocks
man i’m always getting sweated, man these b-tches be at me
i tell em that my folks died and they left me that fetty
they ain’t tryin to hear that sh-t, a punk b-tch and a snitch
these boys hatin’ cause i’m hustlin’, trying to get rich
you wanna cut my water off, cause your d-ck is too soft
n-gga you ain’t getting paid followin’ the law
if you shut the f-ck up, then i might give you something
but naw b-tch, f-ck you , i ain’t givin yo hatin’ -ss nothin
so you can snitch to the folks, but you gotta have proof
don’t let me find out who you are, then it’s over for you, b-tch

it was five in the morning, police kickin’ in my front door
wit them tech 9’s asking me where the d-mn dope
i ain’t got no dope, but they slam me to the f-ckin’ floor
they ain’t have to do it like that, i’m a jazzy ho
they didn’t find no dope, but they took my -ss anyway
trying to run the game, bout they shippin’ me upstate
get me to the station and they lookin’ at each other
askin me some questions, showin pictures of my brother
trying to make a deal, see they thinkin i’m a stupid b-tch
they ain’t find no dope, so these hoes ain’t got sh-t
i ain’t sayin’ a word, sh-t they got amy family background
even thought it’s true, i ain’t trying to make a d-mn sound
72 hours in the tank, goin crazy
i don’t give a f-ck, i can’t snitch on my family
so they cut me loose, got no evidence to keep me in
back out on these streets and it’s going down once again

(repeat 3x)
i don’t trust dem boys, get em all way from round here
everybody talkin’ how we flashin’ all the time here
police n-ggas snitchin’ when i’m tryin to sell these pounds here
need to shut the f-ck up, you get yo’ self drowned here

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