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trust thin - 10kdunkin lyrics

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[intro]
i count it up ten times, i just love to touch it
i just stayed patient, i ain’t have to rush it
i can’t blow the lead like the clippers
she hopped in my car, start unzippin’ my zipper
f*ck n*gga said “it’s up” since like last september
i guess that b*tch ass n*gga ain’t remember
this feat ain’t cheap
keep that b*tch on me
(chapo)
all on me n*gga
d*mn

[chorus]
designer my face, designer my feet
if you want a feat, it ain’t gon’ be cheap
sh*t get for real, gotta’ lace up them cleats
badass hoe shakin’ ass to this beat
the car it ain’t got no key
dark shades on look like i can’t see
hotboxed the coupe so it’s gettin’ hard to breathe
i swear i can’t sleep like a kid on christmas eve
only thing on my d*mn mind be money
these f*ck n*ggas ain’t talkin’ bout’ nun’
i keep that piece, i ain’t worried bout’ nun’
i’m perc’d out, [?] thing bussin’
n*ggas be switchin’ that’s why my trust thin
diluted my soda, got harder to function
[verse]
i count it up ten times, i just love to touch it
i just stayed patient, i ain’t have to rush it
i can’t blow the lead like the clippers
she hopped in my car, start unzippin’ my zipper
f*ck n*gga said “it’s up” since like last september
i guess that b*tch ass n*gga ain’t remember
i walk around with that ceiling fan
i keep that b*tch in my pants, walk around with these bands
i’m tryna’ make ben frank dance
sh*t gon’ go the way it go, just stick to the plan
tall ass n*gga in the coupe, i’m crammed
they wish a n*gga would, so i’m tryna’ but a lamb’
i wish a n*gga would try and plot on the plan
just get this money, that’s all i’m sayin’

[chorus]
designer my face, designer my feet
if you want a feat, it ain’t gon’ be cheap
sh*t get for real, gotta’ lace up them cleats
badass hoe shakin’ ass to this beat
the car it ain’t got no key
dark shades on look like i can’t see
hotboxed the coupe so it’s gettin’ hard to breathe
i swear i can’t sleep like a kid on christmas eve
only thing on my d*mn mind be money
these f*ck n*ggas ain’t talkin’ bout’ nun’
i keep that piece, i ain’t worried bout’ nun’
i’m perc’d out, [?] thing bussin’
n*ggas be switchin’ that’s why my trust thin
diluted my soda, got harder to function
[outro]
(ob 1)

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