Song | Don't Trust a Bitch |
Artist | Poetic Hustla'z |
Album | Trials & Tribulations |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Chappell, Drake, Poole | |
Don't trust a bitch for nothin' | |
She's easy to get but sneaky, sneaky | |
[Tony Tone] | |
Let her catch ya slippin' | |
She's takin' your cash, and then she's leavin' | |
Sayin' that she love you, but she really don't | |
She wants your name and your fame | |
And that's just what she want | |
Listen up | |
No disrespectin' to you ladies | |
But I gotta tell you about yourself | |
'Cause your ways are shady | |
Thinkin' that ass is gonna drive me crazy | |
Thinkin' 'cause you look good like you should | |
But it's only front to get what I want | |
Is that all I want? And then you're on your own | |
See I grew up in a household of women | |
So I know your schemes - I know plans | |
I know your dreams - I know everything | |
See, nothin's changed about me | |
Oh, I'm gullible, 'cause I'm in this industry? | |
Fuck that shit - fuck that bitch | |
You was only good for suckin' dick | |
Remember my click, it makes me sick | |
When I think about it at times | |
Like Freaknic when you were around | |
You still thinkin' you down? | |
Hell, naw - I don't think so | |
You lied on me, ho | |
This bitch just tried to come between me and my niggas | |
She gots to go | |
[Hook] | |
[Boogy Nikke:] | |
The game you can not trust 'em | |
Them bustas, them cluckas | |
Them sucka muthafuckas can't love ya for nothin' | |
They always got they sneaky ? look up in they eye | |
(Why you lookin' like that?) | |
And why they wanna try to fuck up | |
A good thing with the B-double-O-G-Y? | |
Uh-uh, not I - too much of a soldier - mentally and physically | |
Got tatted on my back | |
I work for the bishop and me | |
Which means bitch get up and pearl | |
If you think the Boog got your world done | |
Bitch, you got a nigga cold caught up in the midst of your twist | |
Better check your lips because the eye, they never lie | |
Try to spy, the lies, hey guy | |
Don't trust a bitch for nothin' | |
She's easy to get, but sneaky, sneaky | |
[Hook] | |
[Mo! Hart] | |
You'll never get a chance to break this heart again | |
Trick me good, 'cause I thought I had a friend to the end | |
Just about gone too far - just about had enough | |
Tryin' to test my mental skills | |
Will get your ass lumped the fuck up | |
So keep runnin' your mouth | |
You make me wanna sweat your grill | |
Steadily rollin' 'round town like you was God's gift to man | |
Wantin' my love, and in a hellified-ass way | |
But you don't know how to come | |
So you persist in playin' silly ass games | |
Throwin' you coochie at 'em | |
Now, I gotsta get ghosts on you fast | |
'Cause I ain't down for what's eventually comin' to pass | |
All in my pockets, tryin' to stick me for my paper (Gimme my shit) | |
This bitch isn't straight, (bitch) | |
Now pray, not down for doin' time for one domestic caper | |
[Hook] |
zuo qu : Chappell, Drake, Poole | |
Don' t trust a bitch for nothin' | |
She' s easy to get but sneaky, sneaky | |
Tony Tone | |
Let her catch ya slippin' | |
She' s takin' your cash, and then she' s leavin' | |
Sayin' that she love you, but she really don' t | |
She wants your name and your fame | |
And that' s just what she want | |
Listen up | |
No disrespectin' to you ladies | |
But I gotta tell you about yourself | |
' Cause your ways are shady | |
Thinkin' that ass is gonna drive me crazy | |
Thinkin' ' cause you look good like you should | |
But it' s only front to get what I want | |
Is that all I want? And then you' re on your own | |
See I grew up in a household of women | |
So I know your schemes I know plans | |
I know your dreams I know everything | |
See, nothin' s changed about me | |
Oh, I' m gullible, ' cause I' m in this industry? | |
Fuck that shit fuck that bitch | |
You was only good for suckin' dick | |
Remember my click, it makes me sick | |
When I think about it at times | |
Like Freaknic when you were around | |
You still thinkin' you down? | |
Hell, naw I don' t think so | |
You lied on me, ho | |
This bitch just tried to come between me and my niggas | |
She gots to go | |
Hook | |
Boogy Nikke: | |
The game you can not trust ' em | |
Them bustas, them cluckas | |
Them sucka muthafuckas can' t love ya for nothin' | |
They always got they sneaky nbsp? look up in they eye | |
Why you lookin' like that? | |
And why they wanna try to fuck up | |
A good thing with the BdoubleOGY? | |
Uhuh, not I too much of a soldier mentally and physically | |
Got tatted on my back | |
I work for the bishop and me | |
Which means bitch get up and pearl | |
If you think the Boog got your world done | |
Bitch, you got a nigga cold caught up in the midst of your twist | |
Better check your lips because the eye, they never lie | |
Try to spy, the lies, hey guy | |
Don' t trust a bitch for nothin' | |
She' s easy to get, but sneaky, sneaky | |
Hook | |
Mo! Hart | |
You' ll never get a chance to break this heart again | |
Trick me good, ' cause I thought I had a friend to the end | |
Just about gone too far just about had enough | |
Tryin' to test my mental skills | |
Will get your ass lumped the fuck up | |
So keep runnin' your mouth | |
You make me wanna sweat your grill | |
Steadily rollin' ' round town like you was God' s gift to man | |
Wantin' my love, and in a hellifiedass way | |
But you don' t know how to come | |
So you persist in playin' silly ass games | |
Throwin' you coochie at ' em | |
Now, I gotsta get ghosts on you fast | |
' Cause I ain' t down for what' s eventually comin' to pass | |
All in my pockets, tryin' to stick me for my paper Gimme my shit | |
This bitch isn' t straight, bitch | |
Now pray, not down for doin' time for one domestic caper | |
Hook |
zuò qǔ : Chappell, Drake, Poole | |
Don' t trust a bitch for nothin' | |
She' s easy to get but sneaky, sneaky | |
Tony Tone | |
Let her catch ya slippin' | |
She' s takin' your cash, and then she' s leavin' | |
Sayin' that she love you, but she really don' t | |
She wants your name and your fame | |
And that' s just what she want | |
Listen up | |
No disrespectin' to you ladies | |
But I gotta tell you about yourself | |
' Cause your ways are shady | |
Thinkin' that ass is gonna drive me crazy | |
Thinkin' ' cause you look good like you should | |
But it' s only front to get what I want | |
Is that all I want? And then you' re on your own | |
See I grew up in a household of women | |
So I know your schemes I know plans | |
I know your dreams I know everything | |
See, nothin' s changed about me | |
Oh, I' m gullible, ' cause I' m in this industry? | |
Fuck that shit fuck that bitch | |
You was only good for suckin' dick | |
Remember my click, it makes me sick | |
When I think about it at times | |
Like Freaknic when you were around | |
You still thinkin' you down? | |
Hell, naw I don' t think so | |
You lied on me, ho | |
This bitch just tried to come between me and my niggas | |
She gots to go | |
Hook | |
Boogy Nikke: | |
The game you can not trust ' em | |
Them bustas, them cluckas | |
Them sucka muthafuckas can' t love ya for nothin' | |
They always got they sneaky nbsp? look up in they eye | |
Why you lookin' like that? | |
And why they wanna try to fuck up | |
A good thing with the BdoubleOGY? | |
Uhuh, not I too much of a soldier mentally and physically | |
Got tatted on my back | |
I work for the bishop and me | |
Which means bitch get up and pearl | |
If you think the Boog got your world done | |
Bitch, you got a nigga cold caught up in the midst of your twist | |
Better check your lips because the eye, they never lie | |
Try to spy, the lies, hey guy | |
Don' t trust a bitch for nothin' | |
She' s easy to get, but sneaky, sneaky | |
Hook | |
Mo! Hart | |
You' ll never get a chance to break this heart again | |
Trick me good, ' cause I thought I had a friend to the end | |
Just about gone too far just about had enough | |
Tryin' to test my mental skills | |
Will get your ass lumped the fuck up | |
So keep runnin' your mouth | |
You make me wanna sweat your grill | |
Steadily rollin' ' round town like you was God' s gift to man | |
Wantin' my love, and in a hellifiedass way | |
But you don' t know how to come | |
So you persist in playin' silly ass games | |
Throwin' you coochie at ' em | |
Now, I gotsta get ghosts on you fast | |
' Cause I ain' t down for what' s eventually comin' to pass | |
All in my pockets, tryin' to stick me for my paper Gimme my shit | |
This bitch isn' t straight, bitch | |
Now pray, not down for doin' time for one domestic caper | |
Hook |