MANi$H - DoNT TrusT em

Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
AiNT tryna wife u ByTch, I'm somebody husband!

I AiNT like them nxggas That went after Rick Ross
AiNT closing my eyes dumpin' off
Need 2 see what I'm hittin' When I make the burner cough
Won't catch a nxgga on Worldstar cause he let a nxgga sneak off
Especially if I squeezed off, Ease off
I'm the type 2 knock a nxggaz Cheese off
He's off his meds, Gotcha ByTch spillin' her meat sauce
Meading & needing dough
Like I'm hosting a Pizza Eat-off or competition

AiNT no competition listen 2 my composition
Runnin' the DOC-R precise, like a Holistic Physician
This game I'm straight spittin', Whatever's left I'm pissin'
U don't have 2 trust him But ByTch listen!

Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
AiNT tryna wife u ByTch, I'm somebody husband!

Sounding like a Brit Tellin' u 2 "PEACE OFF!"
He's soft, AiNT no Statistician, I'mma Mathematician
A Politician KilliN his opposition
Especially with any Sideways propositions
My .50 cal ammunition Killing any premonition
Bringing MY vision 2 it's full fruition
I put the dolla sign in my name
Cause it's all about the dollars When I sign my name
It's the mission! Fuk an intermission, Suckas @ The Mission
What up 2 my niggaz on Exposition
Watch out 4 them ByTch-boys They beatin' nxggaz 4 suspicion

AiNT no competition listen 2 my composition
Runnin' the DOC-R precise, like a Holistic Physician
This game I'm straight spittin', Whatever's left I'm pissin'
U don't have 2 trust him But ByTch listen!

Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
AiNT tryna wife u ByTch, I'm somebody husband!
Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
AiNT tryna wife u ByTch, I'm somebody husband!

This is Holy game That new Double R
Call it Rolly Polly mayne, U lookin 4 Holy Fame?
Gotdamn it ByTch in His Holy Name
I AiNT wholly 2 blame, Holy came, Holly came
On my fuKiN thang, Now she love 2 bang!
My new Dame thang, fuKiN & hidin' her pain
Gettin' it off the streets mayne
GETTiN' it, in every way
BiRTHING it, even Breach mayne
Influencing her 2 play between them sheet stains
This why I'm addicted, No pun intended
I love this game! Fuk yo ring!
Yo ByTch iS my trophy mayne!
Sword and all, ur dragon ass is getting slain'
4 draggin' yo ass ByTch-boy, I'm just sayin'!

AiNT no competition listen 2 my composition
Runnin' the DOC-R precise, like a Holistic Physician
This game I'm straight spittin', Whatever's left I'm pissin'
U don't have 2 trust him But ByTch listen!

Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
AiNT tryna wife u ByTch, I'm somebody husband!
Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
Don't trust him ByTch, don't trust em!
AiNT tryna wife u ByTch, I'm somebody husband!

Written by:
ANTHONY BRITTEN JR, ANTHONY SORENSEN

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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