Poetic Hustla'z - Don't Trust A b**h lyrics

[Hook: Boogy Nikke] Don't trust a b**h 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't She wants your name and your fame And that's just what she want Listen up No disrespectin' to you ladies But I gotta tell you about yourself 'Cause your ways are shady Thinkin' that a** is gonna drive me crazy Thinkin' 'cause you look good like you should But it's only front to get what I want Is that all I want? And then you're on your own See I grew up in a household of women So I know your schemes - I know plans I know your dreams - I know everything See, nothin's changed about me Oh, I'm gullible, 'cause I'm in this industry? f** that sh** - f** that b**h You was only good for s**in' dick Remember my click, it makes me sick When I think about it at times Like Freaknic when you were around You still thinkin' you down? Hell, naw - I don't think so You lied on me, ho This b**h just tried to come between me and my n***as She gots to go [Hook] [Boogy Nikke:] The game you can not trust 'em Them bustas, them cluckas Them s**a muthaf**as 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 f** up A good thing with the B-double-O-G-Y? Uh-uh, not I - too much of a soldier - mentally and physically Got tatted on my back I work for the bishop and me Which means b**h get up and pearl If you think the Boog got your world done b**h, you got a n***a cold caught up in the midst of your twist Better check your lips because the eye, they never lie Try to spy, the lies, hey guy Don't trust a b**h for nothin' She's easy to get, but sneaky, sneaky [Hook] [Mo! Hart] You'll never get a chance to break this heart again Trick me good, 'cause I thought I had a friend to the end Just about gone too far - just about had enough Tryin' to test my mental sk**s Will get your a** lumped the f** up So keep runnin' your mouth You make me wanna sweat your grill Steadily rollin' 'round town like you was God's gift to man Wantin' my love, and in a hellified-a** way But you don't know how to come So you persist in playin' silly a** games Throwin' you coochie at 'em Now, I gotsta get ghosts on you fast 'Cause I ain't down for what's eventually comin' to pa** All in my pockets, tryin' to stick me for my paper (Gimme my sh**) This b**h isn't straight, (b**h) Now pray, not down for doin' time for one domestic caper [Hook]