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never trust a bitch - dj sound lyrics

[intro]
b*tches, b*tches, b*tches
b*tches, b*tches, b*tches
b*tches

[verse 1: kee*wee]
n*ggas ride around scopin’ hoes, g
b*tches like to sweat upon them n*ggas with them gold t**th
just because they know a n*gga bail
his face could be f*cked up, but she might as well
holler at this n*gga anyway
b*tches like a n*gga who can spend his money every day
like me, i meet a b*tch, dump a b*tch
hoes get this d*ckin’ from this kee*wee, mane, they like this sh*t
no, i’m not the type to fall in love
suckers fall in love, real n*ggas f*ckin’ hit that bud
‘causе from a b*tch all i want is motherf*ckin’ money
even though you ain’t brokе ho, yeah, i know your check is comin’
chargin’ these b*tches like a motherf*ckin’ credit card
i don’t give a f*ck about your motherf*ckin’ broken heart
n*ggas like me know the game ain’t gon’ never change
never put your trust into a b*tch because she’s tryflin’, mane

[chorus]
biatch, biatch, bia—
biatch, biatch, bia—
bi*bi*bi*biatch
biatch, biatch, bia—
biatch, biatch, bia—
bia*bia*bia*biatch
[verse 2: kee*wee]
kee*wee kickin’ sh*t back with my n*ggas, smokin’ junts
high as a motherf*cker, mane, smokin’ on a quarter blunt
mane, i hit the ho, and time for me to go and bust a nut
called my main b*tch up to see if she’d let me get in that stuff
yeah, she started trippin’, hollerin’ she gotta watch some f*ckin’ kids
got my roadies lookin’ and jokin’ of that motherf*ckin’ sh*t
vamped the scene, have to go and see what’s up with that dumb b*tch
walked up in the house, seen the ho suckin’ on a d*ck
mane, i saw that sh*t, mane, that sh*t made me go berserk
i’m a true motherf*ckin’ player, but it still hurt
what am i to do, to this b*tch? i never should’ve trusted her
d*mn, i feel so f*ckin’ bad aside, ’cause i used to love her
the main thing, ho, that really burns me up, b*tch
you never even offered to suck my motherf*ckin’ d*ck
b*tches ain’t ’bout sh*t, they’re never true to the game
never put your trust into a b*tch because she’s tryflin’, mane

[chorus]
biatch, biatch, bia—
bi*bi*bi*biatch
biatch, biatch, bia—
biatch, biatch, bia—
bia*bia*bia*biatch
biatch, biatch, bia—
bia*bia*bia*biatch
biatch, biatch
[verse 3: kee*wee]
see these ho, (?) pullin’ nasty b*tches
and these b*tches got the nerve to talk much stupid sh*t about a young n*gga like me, they say:
“you’re broke. quit spendin’ all my f*ckin’ money on crack”
you b*tches got me all wrong
the crack monster is at your motherf*ckin’ home
it’s your mother, your father, your brother too
even your sister, is givin’ up the f*ckin’ chewin’
i ain’t sh*t? i make you hoes feel shame
i’ll do some crazy sh*t, i won’t call out you hoes name
but i’ll pass, i’m lettin’ you stupid b*tches know
i’m not smokin’ so get the f*ck away you hoes (biatch)
b*tches ain’t ’bout sh*t, they’re never true to the game
never put your trust into a b*tch because she’s tryflin’ mane

[outro: kee*wee]
yeah, this kee*wee off in the motherf*ckin’ house
yeah, we gonna talk about all these tryflin’ ass g b*tches on the roll call
that ho keisha is a tryflin’ ass g b*tch
that ho kay kay is a tryflin’ ass g b*tch
that ho (?) is a tryflin’ ass g b*tch
that ho (?) is a tryflin’ ass g b*tch
that ho (?) is a tryflin’ ass g b*tch
that ho stacey is a tryflin’ ass g b*tch
that ho linda is a tryflin’ ass g b*tch
that ho tracey is a tryflin’ ass g b*tch
that ho squeeda is a tryflin’ ass g b*tch
yeah, this kee*wee off in the motherf*ckin’ house
and i’m out

- dj sound lyrics

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