• 标题:We Don't Trust You (Explicit)
  • 歌手:Future;Metro Boomin
  • 专辑:WE DON'T TRUST YOU (Explicit)
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    We Don't Trust You (Explicit) - Future/Metro Boomin
    Lyrics by:Nayvadius Wilburn/Leland Wayne/Mejdi Rhars
    Composed by:Nayvadius Wilburn/Leland Wayne/Mejdi Rhars
    Produced by:Metro Boomin/Prince 85
    Fake written all over you
    Hate written all over you
    Hate written all over
    Smiling faces
    Sometimes pretend to be your friend
    Smiling faces show no traces
    Of the evil that lurks within
    Can you dig it
    Hater written all over you
    Fake written all over you yeah
    I been in the cold couldn't feel my toes
    But I still stuck to the code
    Money won't fold pockets won't hold enough
    Takin' my pole and now F&N and now
    Take me anywhere I'm takin' over the trap
    I see the real clear Woodgrain Cartier
    Poppin' a real pill higher than Beverly Hills
    I got too much spill I give a ***** chills
    Took out a small bill make all the h*es strip
    You need a w**d feel I get it vacuum sealed
    Came from the Eastside shooters on detail
    Go purchase a new Chanel I need a refill
    Strikers in Trackhawks ridin' the V12
    I pick the mood dawg I pick the entail
    Get it trippin' all you gon' see is shells
    If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you

    We don't trust you niggas we don't
    I don't trust no ************* body
    We don't trust you
    Show no traces
    You a nigga number one fan dog
    Sneak dissin' I don't understand dog
    Pillowtalkin' actin' like a fed dog
    I don't need another fake friend dog
    Can't be 'bout a ho 'cause we sharin' dog
    In you feelings nigga why you playin' dog
    Give her backshots while she layin' down
    Keep the Glock cocked I don't trust h*es
    Top shotter goin' for the gusto
    Like a real dog I don't mutt h*es
    Get the load you a John Doe
    Bubble Eye Benz on a ho
    Rappin' so pretend you a ho
    Now I figure nigga tag a toe
    Ain't no tappin' in better blow
    Tired of poppin' pills but he blessed
    Flash a couple M's on my chest
    Ain't no sabotagin' lil' finesse
    We was in the field placin' bets
    Still gettin' chills in my flesh
    Takin' comma turn it to success
    Thoroughbred and Pluto nothin' less
    Twenty drivers parked at the jet
    Whip the Phantom to the projects
    Death before dishonor no confess
    We don't trust you nigga we don't
    Pretend to be your friend
    We don't trust you no no no
    We don't trust you no no no no no no
    Trust is a ************
    If Young Metro don't trust you I'm