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love & trust - allstar jr lyrics

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[intro]
(welcome to get a bag records)
( let’s get a bag)
love,  that’s what these b*tches sayin’ when you f*ck ’em
trust, that’s what these n*ggas wantin’ when you front ’em
i love the fact that i done came up on some money
so  trust, i’ll have some n*ggas layin’ with this money
love,  that’s what these b*tches sayin’ when you f*ck ’em
trust, that’s what these n*ggas wantin’ when you front ’em
i  love the fact that i done came up on some money
so trust, i’ll have some n*ggas layin’ with this money

[verse 1]
i got some older n*ggas call me big homie (i’m the big dog)
my own mans hit a l!ck on me (n*gga stole)
my  other mans want my b*tch from me (sh*t crazy)
had love, but he through, moved too sl!ck for me (i ain’t f*ck with dog)
them b*tches could give me life, i won’t never flip (never)
gotta pay a bill on lights i ain’t never fl!ck (never)
b*tches sayin’ they pregnant that i ain’t never hit
n*ggas say they know where it’s better, go buy the better sh*t (go ‘head)
whatever it is, i just accept it
sometimes, this sh*t get stressful as h*ll, this life’ll test you
i was in the spigg with my mans dividin’ testers
f*ck around, hop back in that bag if i ain’t careful
look, my lil’ n*gga on the run, he need lawyer fees
he off the streets, hardly sleep to see his daughter eat
i want you dead, he gon’ want you dead more than me
i seen it all, then realized it was more to see (get a bag)
[chorus]
love, that’s what these b*tches sayin’ when you f*ck ’em
trust, that’s what these n*ggas wantin’ when you front ’em
i love the fact that i done came up on some money
so trust, i’ll have some n*ggas layin’ with this money
love, that’s what these b*tches sayin’ when you f*ck ’em
trust, that’s what these n*ggas wantin’ when you front ’em
i love the fact that i done came up on some money
so trust, i’ll have some n*ggas layin’ with this money

[post*chorus]
when you the n*gga with the bag, it’s you
sh*t gon’ fall on you
n*ggas fall off, they gon’ call on you
when you the n*gga with the bag, it’s up
leavin’ hoes on stuck
when it’s a drought, everything go up
when you the n*gga with the bag, it’s you
sh*t gon’ fall on you
n*ggas fall off, they gon’ call on you
when you the n*gga with the bag, it’s up
leavin’ hoes on stuck
when it’s a drought, everything go up (ayy)

[verse 2]
so many visions back from my days of penny pinchin’ (so many)
n*ggas betray you, so i can’t ball with any n*gga (i can’t)
b*tches’ll play you, so i ain’t fallin’ into women (naw)
watch a ho do the most and y’all be callin’ them the victims, ayy
i just cooked a n*gga dope, now i’m ready to send it (where you at?)
why you cuffin’ on that girl, you don’t know her intentions?
why plug you in with the bricks, you ain’t blowin’ through zippers?
why would i let you hold the chop, you ain’t blowin’ your pistol?
i used to hear my mans spit like, “this n*gga special” (for real)
realized it’s all cap, man, this b*tch the devil (d*mn)
f*ckin’ with this rap, still hustlin’ at that
i was f*ckin’ with a b*tch who wasn’t f*ckin’ with me back (i f*cked up)
to be honest, never should’ve been f*ckin’ with that rat (for real)
takin’ her home, should’ve been f*ckin’ at the trap
but the phone was kinda slow, i had to make somethin’
now my supreme jacket cost a lil’ eight hundred
[chorus]
love, that’s what these b*tches sayin’ when you f*ck ’em
trust, that’s what these n*ggas wantin’ when you front ’em
i love the fact that i done came up on some money
so trust, i’ll have some n*ggas layin’ with this money
love, that’s what these b*tches sayin’ when you f*ck ’em
trust, that’s what these n*ggas wantin’ when you front ’em
i love the fact that i done came up on some money
so trust, i’ll have some n*ggas layin’ with this money

[post*chorus]
when you the n*gga with the bag, it’s you
sh*t gon’ fall on you
n*ggas fall off, they gon’ call on you
when you the n*gga with the bag, it’s up
leavin’ hoes on stuck
when it’s a drought, everything go up
when you the n*gga with the bag, it’s you
sh*t gon’ fall on you
n*ggas fall off, they gon’ call on you
when you the n*gga with the bag, it’s up
leavin’ hoes on stuck
when it’s a drought, everything go up (ayy)

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