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Dee Watkins

Trust You

 

Trust You

(album: Problem Child - 2019)


Yeah, uh

Why the good die young I just don't understand
I seen niggas sell they soul for a hundred bands
I showed you that I really loved you and you let me down
You the reason why its hard for me to love again

I thought you told you loved me
I can't believe that I trust you
The same niggas that you smoke with and chill with
Gon' be the same niggas that cut you

That's why I cut my grass short and went and bought a stick
I see the hate through my rearview
Nowadays they be snitching on the internet
So I ain't doing no interviews

Them niggas talk that gun talk like we won't spin they block
I seen niggas that I grew up with turn into opps
I can't be beefing with them niggas they gon' call the cops
Everybody hardbody til a body drop

We ain't use to have nothing now we got a lot
Mama say son why you thuggin boy you gotta stop
I told mama if I ever lose my life in these streets
Tell all my niggas load up and shoot a lot of shots

I thought you told you loved me
I can't believe that I trust you
The same niggas that you smoke with and chill with
Gon' be the same niggas that cut you

That's why I cut my grass short and went and bought a stick
I see the hate through my rearview
Nowadays they be snitching on the internet
So I ain't doing no interviews

Yeah told my nigga put that gas in rotation
I told shawty I'm too young to have a baby
Lets go to war bitch we strapped up like the navy
Problem child all my teachers used to hate me

They ain't wanna to give it to me had to take it
I told shawty she look better when she naked
See it ain't happen over night I was patient
Don't nobody show you love til' you make it

I fucked up a check spent it all in a day
You ain't my bitch so why you all in my face
Fuck 12 let my dawgs out the cage
That's my nigga he gon' call everyday

I thought you told you loved me
I can't believe that I trust you
The same niggas that you smoke with and chill with
Gon' be the same niggas that cut you

That's why I cut my grass short and went and bought a stick
I see the hate through my rearview
Nowadays they be snitching on the internet
So I ain't doing no interviews

Haa, yeah

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