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trust issues - the colleagues lyrics

[intro]
should i go nowhere, i ain’t know this n*ggas talking about?
the f*cked up thing is, n*gga pay so much attention to me they starting to losing money
it’s all good, i take it

[verse:t*pain]
better duck n*gga, unless you got a bulletproof truck n*gga
’cause you the only one throwing money in the club
you the only one that’s gone be stuck n*gga
(gangster, reveal. reveal)
your ass out of luck n*gga, tryna stunt but you’re stunting too much n*gga
and my face just way too pretty
so i ain’t tryna punch n*ggas
what’s up n*gga?
everything cool right now, but it could go left
so i don’t trust n*ggas, no n*ggas, i don’t even trust myself
it get deeper, mama said y’all n*ggas don’t give a f*ck ’til the crew hot
and i believe her
one of these days you n*ggas gonna try to take me out like 2pac
[chorus]
one day n*ggas gone learn not to f*ck with me
the heater on my side, i’ll burn me a f*ck n*gga
f*ck n*gga, i got trust issues, i don’t really trust n*ggas
you only got one life to live, might as well turn up n*gga

[verse:young cash:]
i done laid in a n*ggas bushes, 3 whole days and 3 whole nights
just served that boy a whole thing, but i got to get my sh*t byke (back)
i got trust issues, i don’t f*ck with you, n*gga might be them federals
so i serve a n*gga then rob a bank, hit the strip club then blow a check at follies
how bad a n*gga on g code, since serving out the trap out the peephole
got a sawed off shotty and an automatic weapon
on the couch sitting there like it’s legal
and no n*gga, i am no migo
i’m a florida n*gga and you can get your issue
and i don’t even trust you n*ggas in my dreams
so you know a n*gga still sleeping with the pistol
like that!

[chorus]
one day n*ggas gone learn not to f*ck with me
the heater on my side, i’ll burn me a f*ck n*gga
f*ck n*gga, i got trust issues, i don’t really trust n*ggas
you only got one life to live, might as well turn up n*gga
[verse: sean jay:]
i’m ahead of my time, and everybody late
ain’t n0body real, everybody fake
i’m a diamond in the rough man, you just fugazi
smoke can’t stand me, ludacris hate me
nappy boy sh*t, we make bread
cut a n*gga off like t*pain’s dreads
if cash don’t like you, i don’t f*ck with you
99 percent of these boys f*ck n*ggas
and 99 percent of these rappers nowadays is g*y
on the low they probably f*ck n*ggas
and that’s where you lost me
before i trust n*ggas, i’d rather take prescription pills from bill cosby
two words for you, blucka, blucka!
clique tighter than pants on
thugger, thugger
then get robbed, see them k!llers in the masks
you ain’t on this song, got a bullet for your ass like

- the colleagues lyrics

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