Robb Bank$ - Trust Me lyrics

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Robb Bank$ - Trust Me lyrics

[Verse 1] Broward Bred, Broward Dead Lick season can't keep a hot boy cold (that right) I pour em that and get inside like I'm Ino Ain't bout that life, I creep up on you like your first high Then have s** with yo b**h, she rode a stick like a witch b**h I'm a mogul, Broward County, fresh out the Pokeball im growing Boy I rep the Pewter City Gym Beach, sand Panamera With a chest full of beans, now sit your ho, she see me I keep it G, b**h make me wanna dig her out the sea, b**h And she ain't gon be too long for yours till she gone My mind on money im bettin on ball matches, im lickin n***as like haunter Sistrunk hoes still live but Creek p**y where its at Dirty pineapple but my drank taste the best Box Chevy playing with that box in between them leggings sh** how you rhyme, we could dunk exchange but I got 12s in my trunk man Transparent b**h, from the North Pole She come down to the 954 to tell me bout the snow Aye numbers you hard to move I done made dance boys Say fragile on my luggage, that molly keys like Miss did you drop these? And you a lil raw, like you stuck it in once Lame n***a, how my ‘Port burnin longer then your blunt? [Hook] Aye if he a f** n***a mane tell him that If he a f** n***a, I say tell him that Boy if he a f** n***a I say tell him It that Mane if he a f** n***a gon tell him that Don't trust nan n***a saying trust me Don't trust nan n***a saying trust Me Boy I don't trust nan n***a saying trust me Don't trust no n***a saying Trust me [Verse 2] Graduated from pill capsules, all a n***a got was love And a sandwich bag full skittles like yo mama packed it with your school lunch .. and dresses ain't my style mayne Cause they can't pull up yo skirt if you never wore one in the first place But I can still crunch numbers hoes 21 Green rectangles don't go to school y'all ain't even a .5 on my scale n***as lying to they selves, ain't seen a mirror in a minute (that right) Probably why they walk out in public looking like a b**h, watch We branch out from music videos to castings One meal a day to brunches n***a see the Young Savage I don't do nothin' Took your b**h on vacation, made her kiss the dick [Hook]

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