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trust me - c-los lyrics

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(lg2)
bullets connecting like wi-fi
pistols clapping like a high-five
run up on you, not a drive by
mixing sh-t like i’m bill nye
smoking loud, i’m sky high
keeping floating, i’m a fly guy
hoe’s ask me if i’m single… yea i might lie

binoculars on me i can see the haters
got the 40, and it has a laser
green beam, plus a taser
b-tch i’m busy, you can suck me later
sippin purple and i’m rolling papers
serving up like a f-cking waiter

i can smell a snake from a mile away
f-cked your hoe and she tryin to stay
told the b-tch i don’t want a bae
pointed at the door and said that way
(pointed at the door and said that way)
get out my house you can’t stay

(los)
and we’ll still f-ck your hoe
pull up and we shootin, so they call us bang bros, (bang bros)
ya we got that ill flow
bullets h-t his chest, yea you know they ain’t hollow
and we got the bankrolls
put my kids all up in your b-tches throat
and you know that she swallow
and thats cause she is a hoe

fifteen but i still stay trapping
soon everyone will be like d-mn what happened
and you know i stay capping
and theses bad b-tches, ya you know they lapping
workin day and night, better know we never napping
young and restless, so we just stared rapping
and these other n-gg-s laughing
but they don’t f-ck with us because they know we stay strapping

trust me ill dust thee
pull up on these n-gg-s with my trusty
twelve pullin up with the k-9’s….
not huskies
i don’t f-ck with her cause she crusty
my main hoe she real busty
her knees stay dusty
y’all think i’m rusty?
trust me i’ll dust thee

(lg2)
long nights with no sleep
growing up on the 73
life’s been pretty good to me
we’ll put you out, won’t hear a peep
she look me from head to feet
four am we in the sheets
by six o’clock i’m in the streets
with my boy los, we raising h-ll
free that man he went to jail
he out now, we living good
making music and smoking woods

(los)
and we’ll still f-ck your hoe
pull up and we shootin, so they call us bang bros, (bang bros)
ya we got that ill flow
bullets h-t his chest, and you know they ain’t hollow
and we got the bankrolls
put my kids all up in your b-tches throat
and you know that she swallow
and thats cause she is a hoe

- c los lyrics

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