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King Von - Trust Nothing (feat. Moneybagg Yo) lyrics

Artist: King Von

album: What It Means To Be King


(Banger)
Huh, wha'?
Yeah, huh, huh, wha'?
Nah, nah, huh, wha'?
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) huh, wha'? Von
Bitch, why you tweakin' about shit ain't got shit to do with you? (Why, why?)
When I get this check, hoe, I swear that I'm through with you (swear that I'm through)
Think you the only one? Bitch, it's a few of you (bitch, it's a few)
I don't do one-on-ones, bitch, I need two of you (huh, wha'?)
I don't trust nothin', I keep it one hundred (nah, nah)
I thought it was somethin', it really was nothin' (it really was nothin')
We started off fuckin', I'm keepin' you cummin' (I started off fuckin')
I'm holdin' her down, she can't do no runnin' (yeah-yeah)
Her ass in the air, so I put my thumb in (I put my)
She say I'm the best, she know how I'm bomin' (she know how)
I'm makin' her laugh, she know that I'm funny (she know that I'm)
I'm all in her stomach from Monday to Sunday (yeah-yeah)
I ask her what's wrong, 'cause she say that it's nothin' (say that it's nothin')
I know her too well, I know that it's somethin' (nah-nah, I know it's somethin')
I been through her phone, I know that she fuckin' (I know she fuckin')
Hoe thinkin' she smart, I know she a dummy (I know she a dummy)
You playin' it off, but it's killin' you, nigga (damn)
Your bitch on my dick, she be feelin' a nigga (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
This bitch got you ready to kill you a nigga (damn)
Straight drill you a nigga, you killin' me, nigga (boom-boom-boom)
But I ain't trippin', I'm still on my pimpin' (nah, nah)
She think that I'm slippin', I'm keepin' it pimpin' (I'm keepin' it)
Just bought me two Glocks, and I'm keepin' 'em with me (I'm keepin' 'em)
That bitch broke your heart, got you roamin' the city (boom)
I got me a .30, but I tote the .50 (uh, boom)
Let's not talk about murders, they know I get busy (they know, boom-boom)
I don't act like I'm savage, they know that it's in me (they know, boom)
I don't question my guys, I know that they with me (I know they)
But back to this bitch, she say that she with it (she with it)
She textin' my phone, she tell me, "Come get me" (come get me)
He holdin' a million, she think that we splittin' (think we splittin')
I'm pullin' up now, and I'm killin' her (boom-boom)
Bitch, why you tweakin' about shit ain't got shit to do with you? (Why?)
When I get this check, hoe, I swear that I'm through with you (swear that I'm through)
Think you the only one? Bitch, it's a few of you (bitch, it's a few)
I don't do one-on-ones, bitch, I need two of you
I don't trust nothin', I keep it one hundred (nah)
I thought it was somethin', it really was nothin' (it really was nothin')
We started off fuckin', I'm keepin' you cummin' (we started off)
I'm holdin' her down, she can't do no runnin' (boom-boom)
Her ass in the air, so I put my thumb in
She say I'm the best, she know how I'm bomin' (she know how)
I'm makin' her laugh, she know that I'm funny (she know that I'm)
I'm all in her stomach from Monday to Sunday (yeah-yeah)
I ask her what's wrong, 'cause she say that it's nothin' (say that it's nothin')
I know her too well, I know that it's somethin' (I know it's somethin', yeah)
I been through her phone, I know that she fuckin' (I know she fuckin', yeah)
Hoe thinkin' she smart, I know she a dummy (I know she a dummy, go)
Can't trust a bitch far as I can throw her (no)
Cap to me, said her daddy was a grower
Too good to be true when she told me the tea (why?)
Didn't have no exotic, just locked up a midget
Got kicked out of school, sellin' weed in the kitchen (hmm?)
Snap back, white collar shirt, and some Dickies (trap)
Quick to put me a bitch in detention
Ask Tavo, I been like this for a minute
The hood got too hot, so I moved to the 'burbs
Ferrari sit low, I step out on the curb (skrrt)
She get off at 5:00, then pull up at 6:00
By 7:00, she ate me and already split (uh)
Hope you not ready to die 'bout that bitch
'Cause this ho ready to go to war 'bout that dick (swerve)
I keep two or three hoes, one too close to zero
Like NASCAR tires, I rotate a bitch
Bitch, why you tweakin' about shit ain't got shit to do with you? (Why?)
When I get this check, hoe, I swear that I'm through with you (swear that I'm through)
Think you the only one? Bitch, it's a few of you (bitch, it's a few)
I don't do one-on-ones, bitch, I need two of you (huh, wha'?)
I don't trust nothin', I keep it one hundred (nah)
I thought it was somethin', it really was nothin' (it really was nothin')
We started off fuckin', I'm keepin' you cummin' (we started off)
I'm holdin' her down, she can't do no runnin' (boom-boom)
Her ass in the air, so I put my thumb in
She say I'm the best, she know how I'm bomin' (she know how)
I'm makin' her laugh, she know that I'm funny (she know that I'm)
I'm all in her stomach from Monday to Sunday (yeah-yeah)
I ask her what's wrong, 'cause she say that it's nothin' (say that it's nothin')
I know her too well, I know that it's somethin' (I know it's somethin')
I been through her phone, I know that she fuckin' (I know she fuckin')
Hoe thinkin' she smart, I know she a dummy (I know she a dummy)

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