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T-Pain( Faheem Rasheed Najm )
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Trust Issues (Feat. Young Cash & Sean Jay)
(Chorus) One day ni**a's gone learn not to f**k with me The heater on my side, I'll burn me a f**k ni**a Fuck ni**a, I got trust issues, I don't really trust ni**a's You only got one life to live, might as well turn up ni**a
(Verse 1) Better duck ni**a, unless you got a bulletproof truck ni**a Cause you the only one throwing money in the club You the only one that's gone be stuck ni**a Your ass out of luck ni**a, tryna stunt but you're stunting too much ni**a And my face just way too pretty So I ain't tryna punch ni**a's What's up ni**a? Everything cool right now but it could go left So I don't trust ni**a's, no ni**a's, I don't even trust myself It get deeper, mama said y'all ni**a's don't give a f**k till the crew hot And I believe her One of these days you ni**a's gonna try to take me out like 2Pac
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(Verse 2 – Young Cash) I done laid in a ni**a's bushes 3 whole days and 3 whole nights Just served that boy a whole thing but I got to get my s**t I got trust issues, I don't f**k with you, ni**a might be them federals So I serve a ni**a then rob a bank, hit the strip club then blow a check Ni**a on G code, since serving out the trap out the peephole Got a sawed off shotty and an automatic weapon On the couch sitting there like it's legal Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And no ni**a, I am no Migo I'm a Floyd ni**a and you can get your issue And I don't even trust you ni**a's in my dreams So you know a ni**a still sleeping with the pistol Like that
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(Verse 3 – Sean Jay) I'm ahead of my time, and everybody late Ain't nobody real, everybody fake I'm a diamond in the rough man, you just fugazi Smokers can't stand me, them lil ni**a's hate me Nappy Boy s**t, we make bread Cut a ni**a off like T-Pain's dreads If Cash don't like you, I don't f**k with you 99 percent of these boys fuck ni**a's And 99 percent of these rappers nowadays is gay On the low they probably f**k ni**a's And that's where you lost me Before I trust ni**a's I'd rather take prescription pills from Bill Cosby Two words for you, blucker blucker Clique tighter than pants on thumper, thumper Then get robbed, see them killers in the masks You ain't on this song, got a bullet for your ass like
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