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!!! (Don't Know Who To Trust)
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[ Intro] Uh, it's cool Yeah, ayy [ Chorus ] My auntie died in her sleep, yeah, that shit ****ed me up And a couple day ones turned they back, I don't know who to trust I don't know who to trust and I still don't give a **** [Verse] These niggas know what's up, these bitches know what's up Got a couple IG hoes on my dick, but they know I can't cuff (Uh - uh) Got a couple IG hoes on my dick, they just good for some ****ing (Uh-huh) I'm hood rich, livin' luxury, I made it out the jungle (bitch) I made it out the gutter, jumped up off the porch straight thuggin' (Thuggin') ****, yeah, I ran it up, before this shit got ugly (bitch) And I got some young niggas they hotter than an oven (Hot, hot) Don't make me push that button, uh, rest in peace lil' buddy (R.I.P) I don't give a **** about nothin' (Uh-uh), shit, I don't even **** with my cousin (Yeah) Shout out to my momma, bitch, I'm a natural-born hustler Yeah, I'm a bad mother****er, got a hammer on me, can't touch this Ayy, shout out to my momma, bitch, I'm a natural-born hustler Yeah, I'm still that lil' bad mother****er, they still hatin' on me, I'm like what for? (Huh? The ****?) What for (Huh?), what for (Huh?), what for? (Huh?) Ayy, why these niggas hatin' on the kid? Because my racks got big? (Racks) Because I'm still ****ing on this bitch? Because I got six whips? Or because I got six watches to go right along with that shit? (Yeah) Bitch, I be poppin' my shit (Yeah), bitch, I be poppin' my shit (Yeah) These lil' rappers copy my shit (Haha), it look like a hitting list I'm still tryna get another M, still tryna put a baby up in Karin Yeah, I still got a lot a little shit I did and I still keep the steel right here on my hip (Bah, bah) Bitch, I'm still gettin' rich, uh, bitch I'm still gettin' rich I'm a smooth lil' nigga, I'm silk Ayy, and I still don't show no symp' (Uh -uh) My granny ain't raise no wimp (Uh- uh), and my grandaddy ain't play this shit (Uh-uh) I made my first hundred, I was smilin' like Rip But this shit got rich and I ball above the rim (And I ball above the rim) [Chorus ] My auntie died in her sleep, yeah that shit ****ed me up And a couple day ones turned they back, I don't know who to trust I don't know who to trust and I still don't give a **** [Outro] I don't give a ****! Nigga, yeah
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