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DrumBaby - Tru$t Lyrics



DrumBaby - Tru$t Lyrics
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Aye look this how it go
(Woo!)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
Yeah, Swing off the road
Swing off the road
I don't know this bad bitch from the city
I'm a finger f*ck my Glock in her kitty
It get wicked outside, It get chilly
Lil bitch but her hands get jiggy
Walking out the spot boy I got plenty
Fine face and her waist itty bitty
Aye bro what's yo Chase? We can split a 50
You don't f*ck with me you better get it up with me
They said leave it alone but that shit stuck with me
That bitch hit my phone, Misery bring company
I put my life in these songs this shit helping me
I can't go to fed, Them folks really watching me
Why the f*ck this hoe keep calling me?
But bitch thick as hell, Bitch eat her collard greens
Beat a nigga ass again cause he ripped my jeans
Don't try to reconnect that's gon be the last thing
I was there for y'all but is y'all gon be there for me?
Tried to help some niggas that I said they cared for me
In the end I really should of just slimed 'em
Gotta watch yo close friends who behind ya
Back door action, Boom, Behind 'em
You can't tell nobody what you finding
I done seen a lot before, That shit blinding
Both sides man that shit traumatizing
(Both sides man that shit traumatizing)
Swing off the road
Swing off the road
Swing off the road
They thought I sold my soul
I told 'em how it go
(Woo!)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
Yeah, Swing off the road
Swing off the road
I don't know this bad bitch from the city
I'm a finger f*ck my Glock in her kitty
It get wicked outside, It get chilly
Lil bitch but her hands get jiggy
Walking out the spot boy I got plenty
Fine face and her waist itty bitty
Aye bro what's yo Chase? We can split a 50
You don't f*ck with me you better get it up with me
They said leave it alone but that shit stuck with me
That bitch hit my phone, Misery bring company
I put my life in these songs this shit helping me
I can't go to fed, Them folks really watching me
Why the f*ck this hoe keep calling me?
But bitch thick as hell, Bitch eat her collard greens
Beat a nigga ass again cause he ripped my jeans
Don't try to reach cause that's gon be the last thing
I was there for y'all but is y'all gon be there for me?
Tried to help some niggas that I said they cared for me
In the end I really should of just slimed 'em
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English

Aye look this how it go
(Woo!)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
Yeah, Swing off the road
Swing off the road
I don't know this bad bitch from the city
I'm a finger f*ck my Glock in her kitty
It get wicked outside, It get chilly
Lil bitch but her hands get jiggy
Walking out the spot boy I got plenty
Fine face and her waist itty bitty
Aye bro what's yo Chase? We can split a 50
You don't f*ck with me you better get it up with me
They said leave it alone but that shit stuck with me
That bitch hit my phone, Misery bring company
I put my life in these songs this shit helping me
I can't go to fed, Them folks really watching me
Why the f*ck this hoe keep calling me?
But bitch thick as hell, Bitch eat her collard greens
Beat a nigga ass again cause he ripped my jeans
Don't try to reconnect that's gon be the last thing
I was there for y'all but is y'all gon be there for me?
Tried to help some niggas that I said they cared for me
In the end I really should of just slimed 'em
Gotta watch yo close friends who behind ya
Back door action, Boom, Behind 'em
You can't tell nobody what you finding
I done seen a lot before, That shit blinding
Both sides man that shit traumatizing
(Both sides man that shit traumatizing)
Swing off the road
Swing off the road
Swing off the road
They thought I sold my soul
I told 'em how it go
(Woo!)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
This how it go
(This how it go)
Yeah, Swing off the road
Swing off the road
I don't know this bad bitch from the city
I'm a finger f*ck my Glock in her kitty
It get wicked outside, It get chilly
Lil bitch but her hands get jiggy
Walking out the spot boy I got plenty
Fine face and her waist itty bitty
Aye bro what's yo Chase? We can split a 50
You don't f*ck with me you better get it up with me
They said leave it alone but that shit stuck with me
That bitch hit my phone, Misery bring company
I put my life in these songs this shit helping me
I can't go to fed, Them folks really watching me
Why the f*ck this hoe keep calling me?
But bitch thick as hell, Bitch eat her collard greens
Beat a nigga ass again cause he ripped my jeans
Don't try to reach cause that's gon be the last thing
I was there for y'all but is y'all gon be there for me?
Tried to help some niggas that I said they cared for me
In the end I really should of just slimed 'em
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Writer: Drum Baby
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Language: English
Length: 2:46
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