Lyrical Breakdown of Trust You (Feat. Kevin Gates) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Ay unno, me? Me get every bloodclot ting A him a mind me A him bring di money come gimme Yuh no see mi titty dem how dem stiff and turn up? A him buy dem gimmie Yuh no see my batty how it cock up an' firm? A him buy it gimme Yuh nuh see mi big house wid car an' land? A him buy it gimme So tell me weh would I want wid unno skettle bald people mon'? Nuttin' These women ain't shit but hoes with tricks Baby girl, you different When you're not around, it feels like something's missing And I know you keep it real Never tell no lie No, you heard what they say True love is all divine I just might trust you with my drugs Trust you with my money I just might trust you with my drugs Might trust you with my money Girl, I'll trust you with my drugs Might trust you with my money Might just trust you with my drugs Might trust you with my money, girl Started out as just a fuck mission Who'd have thought I would have fucked with ya Dope boy, they got trust issues Never imagined being stuck with you Years later, we in the villa suites Top back, we on vanilla seats Reminiscing about my episodes With them extra hoes, but you didn't cheat Cold nights when you couldn't sleep Celine bags were the given treat C-class helped you see past All them other hoes, and that they niggas weak Whoo! I'm good money, got you talking in dollar signs It's all good that you the top bitch But she just wanna know the bottom line I don't blame her, I don't change her I just sit back and give her options Phillip Lim, Derek Lam, every baller gotta know she sponsored Whoo, you earned that, now where the fuck did you learn that? We turnt up, we turnt out We too far gone to ever turn back These women ain't shit but hoes with tricks Baby girl, you different When you're not around, it feels like something's missing And I know you keep it real Never tell no lie No, you heard what they say True love is all divine I just might trust you with my drugs Trust you with my money I just might trust you with my drugs Might trust you with my money Girl, I'll trust you with my drugs Might trust you with my money Might just trust you with my drugs Might trust you with my money, girl Locked phones, past tense Passcodes we pass this Pass time, presidential, Rolex is both sexes Blue bezel, we both flexing Big diamonds, we Bowflexing Pitch dope, touch down Both sports, I'm Bo Jackson Your bitch fronting, that's you My bitch stunting, that's me I break it down, then break her off I'm breaking bread, and that's key We everything that they talk about Know them haters be watching Them bitches lurking, your page locked And they still know when you shopping They still know that I'm balling You still know that I'm all in Your ex nigga, your next nigga Gon' hate the fact that I'm spoiling Whoo! But you earned that Now where the fuck did you learn that? We turnt up, we turnt out We too far gone to ever turn back These women ain't shit but hoes with tricks Baby girl, you different When you're not around, it feels like something's missing And I know you keep it real Never tell no lie No, you heard what they say True love is all divine I just might trust you with my drugs Trust you with my money Just might trust you with my drugs Might trust you with my money Girl, I'll trust you with my drugs Might trust you with my money Might just trust you with my drugs Might trust you with my money, girl Please, don't mind, I just need some time These requirements Just gotta make sure you meet all mine Standing there staring, with your bow-legged stance Trust being nothing you could hold in your hand Hustle in the hood, strong with the bands Look at you as something more than a ho I could smash Or being something bad I could bone at the bag Pole in my pants standing at attention When you steppin' out of the shower and your ass is wiggling Glance at the ceiling Now your glass is empty Thinking backwards, really I done grabbed a vixen that supposed to be a fitter after video Stacks'll really blow Dancers get exposed Missing you when you not around We text each other when out of town You remain the same no matter up or down These other women stay pretending Money dome and they help us spend it But'll fuck my niggas in the very minute I was down and out and had to go to prison Kinda high role play, acki And again I say I like these hoes (my name is my name)