DonT Tru$T Em

—Hook--
Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Ain't tryna wife u bitch
I'm somebody husband
I ain't like them niggas
That went after Rick Ross

Ain't closing my eyes dumpin off
Need 2 see what I'm hittin
When I makin the burner cough

Won't catch a nigga on Worldstar
Cuz he let a nigga sneak off

Especially if I squeezed off
Ease off
I'm the type
2 knock a niggaz
Cheese off
He's off
His meds
Gotcha bitch spillin her
Meat sauce

Meading & needing dough
Like I'm hosting a
Pizza eat-off

Or competition
---bridge---
Ain't no competition
Listen 2 my composition
Runnin the DOC-R precise
Like a Holistic Physician

This game I'm straight spittin
Whatever's left I'm pissin
U don't have 2 trust him
But bitch listen!
Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Ain't tryna wife u bitch
I'm somebody husband
Sounding like a Brit
Tellin u 2 PEACE OFF
He's soft
Ain't no Statistician
I'mma Mathematician

A Politician
Killin his opposition
Especially with any
Sideways propositions

My .50 cal ammunition
Killing any premonition
Bringing MY vision
2 it's full fruition

I put the dolla sign in my name
Cause it's all about the dollars
When I sign my name

It's the mission

Fuk an intermission
Suckas at The Mission
What up 2 my niggaz
On Exposition

Watch out 4 them bitch-boys
They beat niggaz
4 suspicion
---bridge---
Ain't no competition
Listen 2 my composition
Runnin the DOC-R precise
Like a Holistic Physician

This game I'm straight spittin
Whatever's left I'm pissin
U don't have 2 trust him
But bitch listen!
Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Ain't tryna wife u bitch
I'm somebody husband

Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Ain't tryna wife u bitch
I'm somebody husband
This is Holy game
That new Double R
Call it
Rolly Polly mayne

U lookin 4 Holy Fame
Gotdamn it bitch
In His Holy name
I ain't wholly 2 blame
Holy came
Holly came
On my fukin thang
Now she love 2 bang
My new Dame thang

Fukin and hiding her pain
Gettin it off the streets mayne

GETTING it
In every way
BIRTHING it
Even breach mayne

Influencing her

2 play between the sheet stains

This why I'm addicted
No pun intended
I love this game
Fuk yo ring
Yo bitch
IS my trophy mayne

Sword and all
Ur dragon ass is getting slain
4 dragging yo ass
Bitch-boy

I'm just sayin
---bridge---
Ain't no competition
Listen 2 my composition
Runnin the DOC-R precise
Like a Holistic Physician

This game I'm straight spittin
Whatever's left I'm pissin
U don't have 2 trust him
But bitch listen!
Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Ain't tryna wife u bitch
I'm somebody husband

Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Don't trust him bitch
Don't trust Em

Ain't tryna wife u bitch
I'm somebody husband



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Sorensen, Anthony Britten Jr
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