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trust me - cash kidd lyrics

[intro]
(do it) my sweet babe (shine)
my sweet baby (prove it)
my sweet baby (say it)
ooh, yeah
uh*huh
p. dot got that pack
ooh*ooh
i don’t wanna wait (ayy)

[verse 1]
can’t wait to smack you, n*gga, been itchin’ to do it
hit stick, you gon’ make my lil’ n*ggas lose it
his b*tch finally left him, i’m the reason they ruined
see me in her texts and i ain’t even in houston
we gon’ air him in the morning since that n*gga so foolish
his b*tch scratched my whole back, that’s why he skippin’ my music
huh, they keep hatin’ like i wasn’t their biggest influence
bebe got successful, i’m not listenin’ to ’em

[chorus]
why you mad that b*tch chose? she want a winner (why you mad?)
tired of arguin’ ’bout hoes over dinner (’bout hoes)
flew hеr to the hills, f*cked her, bryson tillеr (all night)
took her to a show, f*cked her in a sprinter (on the low)
i’m like michael jackson, hand full of glitter, n*gga
he like scooby*doo, whole van full of snitches
buyin’ guns from the nerds, teachin’ scams to the k!llers
motherf*ck what you heard, that boy handlin’ business, huh
[verse 2]
b*tch said it’s over, i don’t when we started, huh
tried to play my heart, she ain’t know i was heartless, huh
quick to draw, he thought i was only an artist
i’m like melvin, lettin’ weed strands grow in the garden
talkin’ million dollar plays when i bump into ghazi
all the opps mad as h*ll, they more p*ssed than chauncey, huh
hit him with that gazer like solluminati (baow, baow)
two b*tches, you know p in the middle like taraji
make me smack you with a hollow tip, you know my temper tiny
boy, you keep comin’ to lose short like you hoop in the nineties, ooh
i just dropped a bag on my b*tch, money well spent
free the real n*ggas, throwin’ sixes in they jail pens (ayy)
countin’ money in the ghost, laughin’ like i’m tales crypt
broke ass boy gon’ make me shoot up all these d*mn tints
n*gga, come outside
can’t wait to make you duck since you givin’ run arounds, n*gga

[chorus]
why you mad that b*tch chose? she want a winner (why you mad?)
tired of arguin’ ’bout hoes over dinner (’bout hoes)
flew her to the hills, f*cked her, bryson tiller (all night)
took her to a show, f*cked her in a sprinter (on the low)
i’m like michael jackson, hand full of glitter, n*gga
he like scooby*doo, whole van full of snitches
buyin’ guns from the nerds, teachin’ scams to the k!llers
motherf*ck what you heard, that boy handlin’ business
trust me
[outro]
love me (say it)
if you’ll trust me (do it)
do you want me? (show it)
if you need me (prove it)
if you love me (do it)
if you want me (show it)
if you need me (prove it)
if you love me (say it)
if you trust me (do it)
if you want me (show it)
trust me (do it)
if you want me (show it)

- cash kidd lyrics

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