Текст песни Poetic Hustla`z - Don`t Trust a Bitch
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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`tShe wants your name and your fameand that`s just what she wantListen upNo disrespectin` to you ladiesBut I gotta tell you about yourself`Cause your ways are shadyThinkin` that ass is gonna drive me crazyThinkin` `cause you look good like you shouldBut it`s only front to get what I wantIs that all I want? And then you`re on your ownSee I grew up in a household of womenSo I know your schemes - I know plansI know your dreams - I know everythingSee, nothin`s changed about meOh, I`m gullible, `cause I`m in this industry?Fuck that shit - fuck that bitchYou was only good for suckin` dickRemember my click, it makes me sickWhen I think about it at timesLike Freaknic when you were aroundYou still thinkin` you down?Hell, naw - I don`t think soYou lied on me, hoThis bitch just tried to come between me and my niggasShe gots to go(Hook)Boogy Nikke:The game you can not trust `emThem bustas, them cluckasThem 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 upA good thing with the B-double-O-G-Y?Uh-uh, not I - too much of a soldier - mentally and physicallyGot tatted on my backI work for the bishop and meWhich means bitch get up and pearlIf you think the Boog got your world doneBitch, you got a nigga cold caught up in the midst of your twistBetter check your lips because the eye, they never lieTry to spy, the lies, hey guyDon`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 againTrick me good, `cause I thought I had a friend to the endJust about gone too far - just about had enoughTryin` to test my mental skillsWill get your ass lumped the fuck upSo keep runnin` your mouthYou make me wanna sweat your grillSteadily rollin` `round town like you was God`s gift to manWantin` my love, and in a hellified-ass wayBut you don`t know how to comeSo you persist in playin` silly ass gamesThrowin` you coochie at `emNow, I gotsta get ghosts on you fast`Cause I ain`t down for what`s eventually comin` to passAll 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)