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mario angel - who do you trust? lyrics

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[chorus 1]
love or l+st, i need to know
who do you trust, i need to know
she want a h+llcat and ice on her gold
i am too cold so i’m keeping her froze
line up our pockets with dough by the loaf
i got my whip and a heater and stove
b+tch want some cookies, i just got a pound
i’m in the garden, pullin’ greens out the ground
who do you trust, i need to know
don’t do ballet but i stay on my toes
not gonna lie, i been hurt by these hoes
not gonna lie, i been hurt by my foes
you slight me once, i should’ve known
you slight me twice, knockin’ down do’
baby, he slight me, get hit by the sto’
just rolled this rillo right by texaco

[verse 1]
baby get down, i’m fin knock off his top
baby got handles, she knock at his bop
no loyalty hoe gon give up thе drop
wet up the spot in some mothaf+ckin’ drip
nеw elbows for my mothaf+ckin’ crib
he got sat down so he walk with a limp
yo b+tch got some oyster, i’m giving her shrimp
i’m putting some pearls on her bikini bottom
big ass cannons, my pirate got em
500 black, my slime gon’ get em
i trust my b+tch and my gun, i don’t trust you
i trust this gas and these funds, i don’t trust you
n+gga, it’s gas in my lungs, so f+ck ya
n+gga, im counting my funds so f+ck ya
grass in a duffle and a stick in a ruck sack
i got my dog on the side, he bark back
[chorus 2]
love or l+st, i need to know
who do you trust, i need to know
she want a h+llcat and ice on her gold
i am too cold, so i’m keeping her froze
line up our pockets with dough by the loaf
i got my whip and a heater and stove
b+tch want some cookies, i just got a pound
i’m in the garden, pullin greens out the ground
who do you trust, i need to know
don’t do ballet, but i stay on my toes
not gonna lie, i been hurt by these hoes
not gonna lie, i been hurt by my foes
you slight me once, i should’ve known
you slight me twice, knocking’ down do’
baby, he slight me, get hit by the sto’
just rolled this rillo right by texaco

[verse 2]
since a lil jit wanna rap like my dad
since a lil jit legit wanted tats like my dad
now i got older and i am a dad
for my lil angel, i’ll pop me a tag
left ya kids, you n+ggas is sad
glock 40 on me, but i am not spazz
you slight my name, i’m on your ass
if hating was school, i’m skipping that class
never trust snakes in that motherf+cking grass
man in the mirror, don’t look past the glass
can’t trust these hoes to be plastic in ass
she said she don’t trust your dumb ass
so she lied to you and say that she chast
i wanna f+ck that lil b+tch out her robe
i wanna f+ck that lil hoe in her ass
i f+ck a catholic hoe after mass
she wanna orgy, try f+cking in mass
church bell ringing, she h+rny than brass
cry to the decon when i left her ass
feel like a god, they can’t do what i do
am i the one i ask god, is it true
he say you know what you gotta do
show them the light and then show them what’s true
n+ggas stop waiting, this not purgatory
line up your moves and then wait for yo cue
really not rapping for motherf+cking glory
just wanna get off what i’ve been through
i wanna get out of this motherf+cking zoo
lately been talking to my n+gga pooh
alright my n+gga, what we finna do
tryna get famous off rap with the crew
then hit my elon and go to the moon
b+tterfly flow, i’m out my cocoon
i needa flip this motherf+cking doubloon
i can’t crash out b+tch i’m not a typhoon
who do you trust when you are the moon
even the sun gon’ run till it’s noon
even your mama treat you like buffoon
when all the stars won’t even commune
lets just be real this life not a cartoon
you can’t find love if you still in saloon
you still couldn’t f+ck with expensive cologne
you still couldn’t f+ck with the vetements on
she want something real, she want all of your heart
she want a n+gga who really play part
i gave my baby a fresh new start
for my lil baby, i bleed my black heart
for my lil baby, i turn up my art
he gotta know to use all of ya heart
f+ck all these n+ggas, i’m finna extort
a young n+gga down to his final resort
you got this message, then do not report
for that lil mama, i need yo support
they catch me lacking, i’m off to the court
don’t tell no stories and do not contort
who do you trust? don’t sell me short
i’m tryna put your fine ass in resort
i’m tryna get out the country deport
hold up lil baby, just got the transport
you want this money or wanna revert
on my desires, i cannot divert
i need this money, i need it overt
vanilla benz, i need that yogurt



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