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Can’t Trust
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Past 7 Days
Can’t Trust was discovered most frequently at around 1 minutes into the song during the past week

Lyrics

[Intro]
Huh, yop
[Chorus]
Huh, baby, I can love you, but I cannot trust you (I fuck with you, but I can't trust you, though, you know?)
Huh, the reason I know you ****' bitches goin' 'cause I done fucked 'em (I'm knowin', like, know I been hit)
Alright, I ain't never had ten million yet, but I know I'm gon' touch it (And I never had the shit, but, like, I know it's on the way)
Uh, ain't no **** ever did shit to me yet because they soft like butter (Nah)
Them **** soft like Bounty
[Verse 1]
Wearin' Gallery dipped in Chrome Heart while I'm in Cook County
That's a fully ARP, it's best to keep that mounted
****, I don't care if you fuck up 'long as your ass trained
Some **** don't even do that
It's no key, walk inside my crib, it's a thumb on a pad
PCP got this bitch so tweaked, she keep throwin' it back
We so deep, we couldn't ride in the V, we had to pull up in black
She police, she wanna know everything, thought I was talkin' to Vlad
Boy, don't run, fast shit on my guns, you ain't gettin' away
Rule number one, turn on that **** Fxce if your ass get in a chase
Bet your ass gon' make it out, your pussy good, girl, take a bow
**** wanna be just like me, I told my kids to make me proud
This ho just lied straight up out her mouth, talkin' 'bout she be in the house
Cracked her ass in the back of the E-lade truck, she ain't even get on the couch
[Chorus]
Huh, baby, I can love you, but I cannot trust you (I can't, I already know what be goin' on)
Huh, the reason I know you ****' bitches goin' 'cause I done fucked 'em (I done did this shit already, like, I'm already knowin')
Alright, I ain't never had ten million yet, but I know I'm gon' touch it (That shit on the way, on bro, it's right around the corner)
Uh, ain't no **** ever did shit to me yet because they soft like butter (Nothin', soft-ass ****)
Huh, soft like covers, soft like pillows
[Verse 2]
If I find his crib, one week later, it's gon' be on Zillow
'Cause I'ma belt that bitch so bad that he gon' change his ZIP code
Damn, all the Trish gone, gotta be quick like Hungry Hippo
You **** move so backwards, how you in debt, but you got Rick on?
Tss, huh, I don't understand it
She keep runnin' like a stranger askin' a kid, "You want some candy?"
I'm with some foreign shit, she lightskin, but she half Hispanic
Some **** don't get turnt for real until I come and stamp 'em
Written by: Efrem Jamar Blackwell, Ilija Stojimirovic

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