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trust in b - bway yungy lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh, uh
(mama know who cub$kout is)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
say, “what you want?” i want the usually
i ain’t got flowers, ’cause the bowls they won’t make it in (yeah)
percocets, be up 12*3
ain’t tryna fall asleep, so, i just come up with another plan (yeah)
a n*gga done left b, be there with this heat, oh, i’ll never trust a friend again
i said that i’ll never see him, turned around, then i sent again
watchin’ brother recordin’, ain’t never picked up a pen again
[verse 1]
mhm, that sh*t made me even though we still clutch glocks on safety
this pistol raisеd me, mama put me out, i ain’t have thе patience
and i was stealin’ in school, couldn’t follow rules, didn’t wanna be waitin’
with a tool outside school, just up the block by auntie nysha
on the block ready to strike it (grrah)
tryna see ’bout what the hype is
i’m goin’ to gun him down, test me, me don’t do no fightin’
i k!ll quarterback, you know he rustlin’, goin’ for my goblin
told bro let’s stack a bill, i’m tryna stop lil’ bro from wildin’
i got more money than my tears
dropped out of school, ain’t go to college
went to church, ain’t listen to the preacher, somehow, he condonin’ violence
f*ck, i’m smilin’, i don’t know these people, and they don’t even know i’m drownin’
it’s hard to keep from frownin’ when you got hatred around you

[verse 2]
this one fro lil steve, free double m, forget that other man
jboy and wreckless, you know i’m sayin’, i can’t forget lil cam
n*gga know they did the bad, free the goblin out the can
same hour, not same day, that’s still my f*ckin’ mans
tomorrow, might buy amiri jeans, stuff my sh*t with rubber bands
[?] pull out the back like anything, they was in it [?]
i was sinnin’, can’t even go la, oh, ha, ah
i need some tickets, might need to hit my label, oh, ah, ah
i don’t want go until i’m rich, i am not gon’ die broke
f*ck you lit ho, b*tch, i’m lit, do my sh*t with my eyes closed
if this rappin’ sh*t don’t work, it’s back to tryna sellin’ bos
(if this rappin’ sh*t don’t work, it’s back to tryna sellin’ bos)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus]
say, “what you want?” i want the usually
i ain’t got flowers, ’cause the bowls they won’t make it in (yeah)
percocets, be up 12*3
ain’t tryna fall asleep, so, i just come up with another plan (yeah)
a n*gga done left b, be there with this heat, oh, i’ll never trust a friend again (oh, i)
i said that i’ll never see him, turned around, then i sent again
watchin’ brother recordin’, ain’t never picked up a pen again

- bway yungy lyrics

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