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too short - badwayz: don't trust her lyrics

[badwayz]
yeah, don’t trust her
don’t trust yo’ n-gg-
yeah, uhh

now do you love your b-tch or do you trust your b-tch?
now do you love your n-gg- or do you trust your n-gg-? yeah

[verse one]
now do you love your b-tch or do you trust your b-tch?
cause n-gg-z gotta tendencies to follow they d-ck
you down with too $hort girl? he a ho
cause i’ll sn-tch a b-tch up e’ry show, and hit the mo-mo
but certain n-gg-z fall in love with them hookers
n-gg- the p-ssy ain’t yours cause another n-gg- took her
seen a little mo’ game, she took a rang and some bigger and better thangs
starin at the chain and the karats in the rang
now who she wanna leave with, she know we got the sticky
the n-gg-z wearin d-ckies or the n-gg-z givin hickies
she know what she want, she want that california funk
them hundred spoke thangs with that juice up in the trunk
she wanna ride down the sho’ with the top back
but she know i gotta hit before we start that
man don’t trust her

[interlude one]
(aiyyo) man, see that’s what the f-ck i’m talkin about
(what?) you can’t trust a b-tch!
(the f-ck you mean?) what’chu mean? where the f-ck you been?
(me and my girl robin went to the car wash)
i don’t wanna hear that sh-t
robin called me lookin for yo’ motherf-ckin -ss
what the f-ck you think? (whatever, whatever)
that’s what the f-ck i’m talkin ’bout, i’m talkin ’bout
(you trippin) i can’t trust yo’ motherf-ckin -ss
you need to get yo’ -ss the f-ck up outta here
(n-gg- let’s just f-ck, okay?)
no i ain’t even f-ckin, ain’t worth that motherf-cker

now do you love your b-tch or do you trust your b-tch?
now do you love your n-gg- or do you trust your n-gg-?
n-gg- what what, what what wha-what?

[verse two]
now you thinkin you be trustin yo’ man, but i’ma tell you right now
the peter man make the plans
it’s like when i step up in the club i gotta catch my breath
9 times out of 10 i cain’t help myself
i don’t really mean to cheat, i ain’t lyin i’m a freak
pager goin beep and i’m steady tryin to creep
i admit, i’m a – sinner
i did what i had to do just to get in her
i simply whispered in her ear
tell her i’m the man, tell her what she wanna hear
now i’m knowin i can hit it
cause the sh-t was soundin good cause she bought it and she bit it
i’m down with $hort dawg, i’m the next thang comin
you heard badwayz? yeah i’m the first one
my name stud baby girl, you ain’t heard of us?
“$hort records: in platinum we tru$t?”
i hadda died if i wasn’t high – you ain’t heard that?
but matter of fact, i got some weed in the ‘llac
we can finish these drinks and go smoke that sh-t
and from there, ain’t no tellin where we gon’ get
but don’t trust her

[interlude two]
that’s the type of sh-t i’m talkin about (what?)
that f-ckin around sh-t man that sh-t is not cool
(f-ckin around n-gg-, you been f-ckin around too with some-a your hoes)
(now how you gon’ come off on me like that?)
man you ain’t got no clue, you don’t know what the f-ck’s goin on f’real
(anyway) i’m bout to handle business (i know)
oh yeah baby what’s up? (i know what you doin out there okay?)
b-tch, what the f-ck you think i’m doin?
(well as long as you bringin that lucci home to me baby)

now do you love your b-tch or do you trust your b-tch?
now do you love your n-gg- or do you trust your n-gg-?
n-gg- what what, what what wha-what?

[verse three]
you see it’s way after 12 and i’m out wit’cho b-tch
tossin up, while you workin on the midnight shift
got you f-cked up mad, bout to start a rage
she won’t answer the phone, won’t return your page
gettin took for what you got yet you treat her real dapper
she takin all yo’ change and she spend it on us rappers
f-ckin all in yo’ house, bustin all on yo’ sheets
when i come to yo’ town, i be d-gg-n yo’ freak
then you come back home lickin all on that ho
would have a fit ever knowin she was suckin joe
she love money and excitement, that’s why y’all always fightin
and youse a workin-haulic, she want you to be ballin
when it all falls down, you cain’t trust that b-tch
if she make you too mad you might bust that b-tch
be locked down in county for -ssaultin sh-t
but for love and the p-ssy you done bought that b-tch
don’t trust her

don’t trust her, don’t trust that b-tch
now do you love your b-tch or do you trust your b-tch?
don’t trust her
now do you love your n-gg- or do you trust your n-gg-?
n-gg- what what, what what wha-what?

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