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RIP Trust Video (MV)




Performed By: Willy Cardiac
Length: 2:20
Written by: Wilson Mungwira




Willy Cardiac - RIP Trust Lyrics
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I need a brick
She asking too much like she work for the police
I kicked that bitch out, now she working on the streets
I'm smoking too much, got me paranoid as shit
Trust issues got a nigga eyes open when they sleepin'
Can't love no bitch, got me moving with a stick
He talk too much I might just let that choppa hit
Now the police stay calling say we got your kid

Now your aunty crying 'cause you just rest in peace
RIP
Now you 10 feet deep
Used to be my wife but went and void the lease
You niggas act fugazi but you want a picture
Talk to me funny, I might turn into John Wick
I told you, told you, told you, told you
I don't f*ck with niggas like I'm antisocial
I just f*cked your bitch, now I got soaking sofas
Pull her panties to the side and bend her over
Yeah, she got that mileage like a martian rover
Making money so they call me Warren Buffet
Yeah, my mama mad 'cause I'm never sober
I might jugg your shit, man, I been a soldier
Snake skin, glistening, moving like I been the man
High again, I might smash your bitch, oh, I just sinned again
I been the man
Oh, I just sinned again

I need a brick
She asking too much like she work for the police
I kicked that bitch out, now she working on the streets
I'm smoking too much, got me paranoid as shit
Trust issues got a nigga eyes open when they sleepin'
Can't love no bitch, got me moving with a stick
He talk too much I might just let that choppa hit
Now the police stay calling say we got your kid
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I need a brick
She asking too much like she work for the police
I kicked that bitch out, now she working on the streets
I'm smoking too much, got me paranoid as shit
Trust issues got a nigga eyes open when they sleepin'
Can't love no bitch, got me moving with a stick
He talk too much I might just let that choppa hit
Now the police stay calling say we got your kid

Now your aunty crying 'cause you just rest in peace
RIP
Now you 10 feet deep
Used to be my wife but went and void the lease
You niggas act fugazi but you want a picture
Talk to me funny, I might turn into John Wick
I told you, told you, told you, told you
I don't f*ck with niggas like I'm antisocial
I just f*cked your bitch, now I got soaking sofas
Pull her panties to the side and bend her over
Yeah, she got that mileage like a martian rover
Making money so they call me Warren Buffet
Yeah, my mama mad 'cause I'm never sober
I might jugg your shit, man, I been a soldier
Snake skin, glistening, moving like I been the man
High again, I might smash your bitch, oh, I just sinned again
I been the man
Oh, I just sinned again

I need a brick
She asking too much like she work for the police
I kicked that bitch out, now she working on the streets
I'm smoking too much, got me paranoid as shit
Trust issues got a nigga eyes open when they sleepin'
Can't love no bitch, got me moving with a stick
He talk too much I might just let that choppa hit
Now the police stay calling say we got your kid
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Writer: Wilson Mungwira
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