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Tytuł: Don't Trust 'Em

  • Wykonawca: Three 6 Mafia
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What what [x10]
  
  [(Chorus) x4]
  My nigga told me once don't you trust them motherfuckers
  They act like they your thugs but they phoney motherfuckers
  
  You trust no you trust no fucking bitch
  Cuz if you trust a fucking bitch you be in the ditch
  Oh no you let a hoe
  Set you up and now its time to let these hoes know its go
  You kick in'z they door you lay them on the floor
  You put the gun to they motherfucking forehead bro
  Is it fucking come
  Is it fucking go
  I kill a hoe like I kill a fucking nigga bro
  I thought you fucking knew you fucking with the six
  You fuck with us we put your body in a fucking ditch
  Bitch you done fucked around with the clique
  Click A motherfuckers gun sound bitch
  We don't trust no hoe
  We don't trust no man
  We got our own fucking thing don't you understand
  Now how the fuck the hoes think they taken something
  You take nothing you only taken the fucking drama
  
  [Chorus]
  
  How could you betray your folk
  Haters like you should be smoked
  Killed wrapped in plastic body bags cuz your ?
  Trick we coming after ya
  Death is looking drastical
  Strapped up spectacular
  Then suck blood like dracula
  Best make sure you haven't said
  Never hide the evidence
  Use to be my nigga now I'm rampaging your residence
  Pay my dues down the juice
  Stealing what ?
  Cuz you ? back in middle school
  What happened to blazing bags
  Hanging out and skipping class
  Now you in the ? position bitch you wanna blast
  Hating us supieror
  Murder your ass now meeting the criteria
  Ain't no use in being shamed
  Blood on your mirror frame
  And that was provided from my ? a nigga to the brain
  I'm deranged born crazed
  Shimmey to the turning lane
  Couldn't drop this nigga so I took his ass to the game
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Ash to ash
  Dust to dust
  How many motherfuckers that I can't trust
  I can't trust suckers
  I can't trust suckers
  And I sure can't trust that nigga that be riding in that back trunk
  And I can't trust my gal
  Cuz my gal she snitch
  And I can't trust that bitch
  Cuz a bitch is a bitch
  And I can't trust that nigga that I use to hang with
  Cuz that nigga I use to hang with he'll flow like a bitch
  And I can't trust chuck
  Cuz chuck hear what
  Have me walking round here singing shookey like dookey
  And I can't trust my ?
  Bust out my window and I ?
  All over my car
  nigga you know who I am
  Rat tat tat is my level
  Pushing bodies in bags
  Bodies in bag and have your ass walking the procession
  Fuck with me my nigga putting bodies in bag
  
  [Chorus]