| Song | Don't Trust a Bitch |
| Artist | Poetic Hustla'z |
| Album | Trials & Tribulations |
| 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] |
| 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 |