Robb Bank$ - Trust Me lyrics

rate me

Rob bred, broad dead!

Lick season can’t keep a hot boy cold (that right)

I pour ‘em that and get inside like I mean, oh

And about that life, I creep up on you like your first high

Then have sex with yo bitch, she rode a stick like a witch

Bitch I’m a mogul, Broward County,

Fresh out the pocket, but I’m growing

Boy, I’m at the the Pewter City Gym Beach, sand Panamera

With a chest full of…,

Now since your ho, she see me, I keep it G! (alright!)

Bitch make me wanna dig her out the sea, bitch!

And she ain't gon be too long for yours till she gone

My mind on money I’m betting on ball matches,

I’m licking niggas like hunter.

Sister hoe still live but Creek pussy where it’s at

Dirty pineapple, but my drink taste the best

Box Chevy playing with that box in between them leggings

Shit how you rhyme, we could dunk exchange

But I got 12s in my trunk, man.

Transparent bitch, from the North Pole

She come down to the 954 to tell me bout the snow

Had numbers you hoped to move

I done my dance, boys!

I say fragile on my luggage,

That molly keys like Miss, did you drop these?

And you a lil rot, like you stuck it in once

Lame nigga, how my Port burning longer then your blunt?

Hook:

And if he’s a fuck nigga man, tell him that

If he a fuck nigga, I say, tell him that

Boy, if he a fuck nigga I say tell him that

Man if he’s a fuck nigga, go tell him, nigga!

Tell him, don’t trust,

Man, nigga say, trust me!

Don't trust that nigga saying, trust me

Don't trust that nigga saying, trust me

Boy, I don't trust that nigga saying, trust me

Don't trust no nigga saying, trust me!

Hey, graduated from pill capsules,

All a nigga got was love!

And a sandwich bag full skittles

Like yo mama packed it with your school lunch

.. my path and dresses ain’t my style, man

Cause they can't pull up yo skirt,

If you never wore one in the first place!

But I can still crunch numbers, hoe’s 21

Green rectangles don't go to school

Y'all ain't even a .5 on my scale.

Niggas lying to themselves,

Ain’t seen a mirror in a minute (that right)

Probably why they walk out in public looking like a bitch (watch!)

We branch out from music videos to castings

One meal a day to brunch, nigga, see Young Savage

I don't do enough, took your bitch on vacation

Made her kiss the dick

Hook:

And if he’s a fuck nigga man, tell him that

If he a fuck nigga, I say, tell him that

Boy, if he a fuck nigga I say tell him that

Man if he’s a fuck nigga, go tell him, nigga!

Tell him, don’t trust,

Man, nigga say, trust me!

Don't trust that nigga saying, trust me

Don't trust that nigga saying, trust me

Boy, I don't trust that nigga saying, trust me

Don't trust no nigga saying, trust me

Thanks to iulia for correcting these lyrics