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trust issues - rico nasty lyrics

[intro]
yeah, rico
kennyyy

[verse 1]
they keep tryin’ hard to get at me but i don’t think it’s stickin’
they only wanna beef with me because they see me winnin’
it’s diamonds in my ear, so it’s hard for me to listen
b-tch, i’m worth a check, i bet you want for me to hit you
we ain’t that close, i bet you wanted me to kiss you
outfit sick, i should be walkin’ with a tissue
b-tch, i’m a dog, but i just broke up out the kennel
car paid for, cash, and you ridin’ in a rental
diamonds in my dental, crazy in my mental
stab you with a pencil if you don’t get the memo
this sh-t too simple, smokin’ on indo
racks in my pocket, so it made me limp slow
i just got to the party so i’m gonna sip mo’
pockets fat, so you know they won’t fold
she just popped a bean, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a pinto
if you lookin’ for me, i be everywhere you can’t go

[chorus]
i’m with the sh-t, good or bad, either way it go
if you got a problem wit’ me, can you let me know?
i-i-i-i got a lotta issues, i try not to let ’em show
i got trust issues, don’t n0body get too close
i got dough like a roll, choppa make ’em hit dem folks
i-i-i-i got a cali plug, he pull up on me in some locs
walkin’ through the airport and i got a fendi tote
ridin’ with my b-tches and we stay with plenty poles

[verse 2]
talk sh-t, adiós, i need my money vámonos
i like cheese, no nachos, they like, “where you get those?”
i touch mo’ money than a b-tch who work at wells fargo
i got people turnin’ heads everywhere that i go
kenny on the beat, so you know the beat fye
talkin’ too much, my n-ggas pull up with that fye
five grams to the face, b-tch, that’s a high five
you work a nine to five, i make nine bands five times
guns like we in the army, hope you roger that
you tryna get a follow back and i be where the dollars at
i make mo’ money than my old teachers and i’m proud of that
you thought you was teachin’ me, well, b-tch, i shoulda taught yo’ -ss
i hope that they ready for it, life come at you fast
whatever you say outcha mouth you gotta stay true to that
i hopped in a foreign, i might just do the dash
rich b-tch in the p-ssenger, i hope i don’t f-ckin’ crash

[chorus]
i’m with the sh-t, good or bad, either way it go
if you got a problem wit me, can you let me know?
i-i-i-i got a lotta issues, i try not to let ’em show
i got trust issues, don’t n0body get too close
i got dough like a roll, choppa make ’em hit dem folks
i-i-i-i got a cali plug, he pull up on me in some locs
walkin’ through the airport and i got a fendi tote
ridin’ with my b-tches and we stay with plenty poles

- rico nasty lyrics

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