Sevenmile 6ud - Trust Issues (feat. Yae Da General)

Let me know if it's a problem then it's up there
Big rakes in the sky and it's stuck there (dumb ass) Big doggin in this bitch better beware
Fuck your bitch from the back, handful of hair
And the other handful of cash
Continue to throw it back while I'm smacking ass

Okay, I'll fuck around and throw it fast Nah,
I'll fuck around and blow a bag
With your pretty ass, got me talking cash (Duhhhh)
I trick a lil' bit, good pussy, nice lips
I'll kiss a lil' bit, everything on her wet But I'll use a Lil' spit
Won't tell your baby daddy shit Just gon' see me Raise the fifth

I be up in sacks fifth I be blowing niggas rent
I'll go in a nigga shit Come to me when you need To vent
Anything you want you can get Just keep your Feelings out this shit, bitch
And yeah, I chose you And I did everything I Thought that I was supposed to
You know them other hoes a never come close
To
Doing what you did or even trying what you
Gon' do
And we just met, but we been fucking like
I knowed you
Like what's love got to do with what I showed you
Or why your friends know about everything we Go through
Ain't no better feeling than the way a nigga hold You
Fuck you or kiss you Hate it when I miss you

Loyalty over love, baby, tell me what's the issue
Tell me everything, just don't mention when the Rent due
Told you what you need to know and not what I'm Into
Loyalty is simple, that love shit is difficult
Chose you over them, tell me how you feel so Miserable
Gave you're everything you wanted, now I'm
Kinda skeptical I thought you was impeccable, And now I'm
Tryna let it go
Cause if you don't, it's a must you get cut off

I'm ridin' with a bad bitch while Yae gettin' Topped off
Don't matter your vision, you couldn't see me if I Balled
Dem niggas that did what to who
They not my dogs
If they ain't eatin' in your face, then they hand out
Got a couple niggas kill bout me, they ain't
APlayin' around
Thirty blue strips, when she see it, pull
Her pants down
Murdered by the dollar, so don't disrespect
The gang sign
If it's about the bag, then you know I gotta have it I'm quick to make a bitch disappear, I know magic Or open up her pussy with my fingers, let
Me stash it
Yeah, y'all been had it, but who really talkin
Past tense
Dumb ass

Written by:
Akoyea Reed

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