No Trust
This bitch keep talking to me
All she do is gossip
She knows that I don't give a fuck, cause I'm honest
I don't even date hoes, but she want it
You can't even trust me I got bodies in my closet
No you can't trust me, yeah
No you can't trust me, yeah
I'm puffing out my chest
I need a moncler
X-world, I'm falling down the stairs
I might have to slap this bitch
Don't fucking grab my hair
Broke boys, get over there
Your pack on mute
My pack serve the base
Bitch I'm pulling up
Shawty give me
This bitch keep talking to me
All she do is gossip
She knows that I don't give a fuck, cause I'm honest
I don't even date hoes, but she want it
You can't even trust me I got bodies in my closet
No you can't trust me, yeah
No you can't trust me, yeah
Just copped a tab, of LSD
This shit so trippy
I might end up in the cemetery
Shit can get chopped up, like celery
I don't fuck hoes, I'm popping cherries
I'm in X-world, spiders in my skin
What a fucking trip
Where the fuck have I been
This bitch keep talking to me
All she do is gossip
She knows that I don't give a fuck, cause I'm honest
I don't even date hoes, but she want it
You can't even trust me I got bodies in my closet
No you can't trust me, yeah
No you can't trust me, yeah
No you can't trust me, yeah
No you can't trust me, yeah
All she do is gossip
She knows that I don't give a fuck, cause I'm honest
I don't even date hoes, but she want it
You can't even trust me I got bodies in my closet
No you can't trust me, yeah
No you can't trust me, yeah
I'm puffing out my chest
I need a moncler
X-world, I'm falling down the stairs
I might have to slap this bitch
Don't fucking grab my hair
Broke boys, get over there
Your pack on mute
My pack serve the base
Bitch I'm pulling up
Shawty give me
This bitch keep talking to me
All she do is gossip
She knows that I don't give a fuck, cause I'm honest
I don't even date hoes, but she want it
You can't even trust me I got bodies in my closet
No you can't trust me, yeah
No you can't trust me, yeah
Just copped a tab, of LSD
This shit so trippy
I might end up in the cemetery
Shit can get chopped up, like celery
I don't fuck hoes, I'm popping cherries
I'm in X-world, spiders in my skin
What a fucking trip
Where the fuck have I been
This bitch keep talking to me
All she do is gossip
She knows that I don't give a fuck, cause I'm honest
I don't even date hoes, but she want it
You can't even trust me I got bodies in my closet
No you can't trust me, yeah
No you can't trust me, yeah
No you can't trust me, yeah
No you can't trust me, yeah
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Writer(s): Alex Antoniewicz
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