trust issues (demo) - king von lyrics
[intro]
(ey3zlow on the beat)
why you won’t answer your phone?
baby girl, just come home
von
[chorus]
hoe, why you ain’t answerin’ yo’ phone? (your phone)
what’s wrong? (what’s wrong, what’s wrong?)
i’ve been callin’ all godd*mn night
it’s five o’clock, girl, it’s time to come home (girl, it’s time to come home)
what you tryna be, grown? (what? what?)
b*tch, let a n*gga know (b*tch, let a n*gga know)
the hoes love me like the pope (what?)
no handcuffs, b*tch, let a n*gga go (b*tch, let a n*gga go)
b*tch, i’m von from the o
i’m tryna talk to your soul (tryna talk to your soul)
gotta ride with the pole
i do the drive and she roll
gotta ride with the pole
i do the drive and shе roll
and i taught her this sh*t
i should be labelеd her coach (should be labeled her coach)
she like the life that i live
that b*tch be callin’ me goat (she be callin’ me goat)
[post*chorus]
for real, for real (for real, for real)
i’m tryna k!ll it for real
i’m tryna show you what’s real (show you what’s real)
i’m tryna get me a house on the hills
if you love me, then b*tch, keep it real (b*tch, keep it real)
[verse]
yeah, i be goin’ through her phone (her phone)
she act like she right when she wrong (right when she wrong)
i kick her out, then i tell her come home (come home)
i got her ig and sh*t on my phone (sh*t on my phone)
i think she cheatin’ when she singin’ songs (she singin’ songs)
i be f*ckin’ her good, why she doin’ me wrong?
i ain’t worried ’bout another n*gga, lil’ b*tch, you trippin’
i keep sh*t pimpin’
and i ain’t never really thought about tyin’ no knot
for you, i’m willin’
see, i can’t be cuffin’ no thot (i can’t be cuffin’ no…)
my heart broke, it been through a lot (my heart broke, it been through a…)
i’m givin’ you all that i got (i’m givin’ you all that…)
if he play, then he gon’ get shot (he gon’ get shot)
[chorus]
hoe, why you ain’t answerin’ yo’ phone? (your phone)
what’s wrong? (what’s wrong, what’s wrong?)
i’ve been callin’ all godd*mn night
it’s five o’clock, girl, it’s time to come home (girl, it’s time to come home)
what you tryna be, grown? (what? what?)
b*tch, let a n*gga know (b*tch, let a n*gga know)
the hoes love me like the pope (what?)
no handcuffs, b*tch, let a n*gga go (b*tch, let a n*gga go)
b*tch, i’m von from the o
i’m tryna talk to your soul (tryna talk to your soul)
gotta ride with the pole
i do the drive and she roll
gotta ride with the pole
i do the drive and she roll
and i taught her this sh*t
i should be labeled her coach (should be labeled her coach)
she like the life that i live
that b*tch be callin’ me goat (she be callin’ me goat)
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