POETIC HUSTLA'Z

POETIC HUSTLA'Z - Don't Trust A Bitch lyrics

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[Hook: Boogy Nikke]

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]

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