Trust Issues

Bryson Tiller

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    Oh yea, oh yea
    Don't call with that bitchin' don't
    Cause I might just say this

    I don’t care about no woman baby I don’t mean no harm
    Have been told that men are dogs and so I try not to be one
    I don't really give a fuck about no bitch and what she wants
    Girl excuse my rude behavior, no time for you
    You're playin’ with the wrong one, nuh
    You got the wrong one, nuh
    Check that inbox on your phone hun
    Leave me alone hun
    I don't want ya
    And I don't give a fuck whatcha' momma thinks
    I’m a young nigga tryna do my thing
    All you haters hop off my shit
    Money to be got, but imma get that shit
    Cos I don't want ya, nah - yea
    Fuck this I’m gone hun, nuh

    Oh yea, oh yea
    You know what I like
    Oh yea, oh yea
    Oh yea, oh yea
    Oh yea, oh yea

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    You're in no position, don't need your permission
    To go do what I want even if I don't trust these bitches
    I don't, I don't trust these bitches, there is no commitment
    So I do what I want even if I go fuck these bitches
    They might, they might catch some feelings
    Ask me if I give it
    Girl I just begun and I don't mix pleasure with business
    I don't, I don't love these bitches cos all these hoes be trippin’
    I don't need to get away

    Oh Whoa, trust issues
    Oh Whoa, trust issues
    Oh Whoa, trust issues
    Oh Whoa, trust issues
    Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
    Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
    Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
    Oh, yeah, oh, yeah

    Yea, Uh
    Tiller man hear me out
    Every song another bitch get singled out
    Won't say no names, but I really should
    She didn't never hesitate to put her business out
    Lame niggas they be acting like they your friends
    But I know they only want get under your clothes
    Tell me why the fuck you ever let this nigga in
    When you knew that he was only fucking woman over
    Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell
    You don't even wear your white wings no more
    Tell mah niggas I don't like weed no more
    But fuck it imma blow till I don't see no more
    You can look at me and tell that I just ain't myself
    And if I let all y'all change me then I hate myself I'm real
    Tell them girls grin, they ain't gotta worry bout a thang all my people getting in
    I'm ok with it that's mah accent the crew but if she steppin with a dude imma be angry with him when I see him I

    Here's the shit that drives me crazy, oh
    When it comes to love I'm kinda lazy
    Why I never put the time in
    I don't never feel the need to put the pressure on them
    Ignore all my haters cos they love it when I mind them
    They do, they do
    Lets get wasted
    Call up mah niggas, let's all get faded

    I mean like, I'm just saying like, I just can't trust a hoe man, like for real like
    These bitches they be tryna talk to me man
    On that Facebook and shit they got "I'm in love with my hubby"
    But you still tryna talk to me doe
    Psshh, damn shame, what the fuck man, you bitches crazy
    Do anything for a lil bit of fame
    Just to get a lil bit of hype on your name
    What the fuck man you hoes is crazy, I swear you hoes are crazy
    I don't know what the fuck to do man I'm lazy, I'm fucking lazy
    When it comes to love man fuck you, you, you, you
    All ya'll bitches
    Fuck with a nigga though

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    Composición: Bryson Tiller

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