Ain't go no trust in your mama Ain't got no trust in your daddy Ain't got no trust in your sister And she ain't got trust in you She want a simple life
Preklad: The Black Keys. Nie Trust.
t go no trust in your mama Ain't got no trust in your daddy Ain't got no trust in your sister And she ain't got trust in you She want a simple life She
intervene With me peelin' your wide body outta them tight jeans Wrist on freeze, seats on lean, shoes 19 Comin' through in that Bentley thang The top of the town, the keys
'em down nigga Motherfuck rappin' how bout fuckin' with me now nigga Niggas get your checks from your broads get high Then your broads sneak your keys
lock box keys an The floor safe combo But this here one ho, was this dudes bad news Knock on the front door A man in a police suit, a girl with a black
Banks taught me the street My cousin Jewelz showed me how to rip up the keys My other brotha Hut taught me to do it big Connected to 3, you get a black
Acts like he has a dream full of passion You don't trust me, huh? Well, you know why I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
I never wanna do you wrong, Suga Sista No I'll never turn my back on you I never wanna do you wrong, Suga Sista Sugah Sista Another episode, had the keys
of course I know my shits tight Suprise, open my eyes still suprise Got my shorty flying in with keys taped to her thighs with lovely Utincils suhen my suhen my china thing She half black
as a youth I was laundering the stoop Underneath the nose and the Feds had no clue I was pushing keys in a V with no roof Rich, black, two big guns
off, soon after that he got laid off I'm lettin' niggas know you tryin' to stop a muthafucka's flow Hold your black stallions and your black sheeps Black
paid off Soon after that he got laid off I'm lettin' niggas know you tryin' to stop a muthafucka's flow Hold your black stallions and your black sheeps Black
wicked enemies My lifespan began to dim in the error When you can't even trust the man in the mirror Now Gravedigga niggaz receive my trust An' like
gettin' they dome split, I roll with, killas who that reside and blunt fillas, And in our midst is this thug ass nigga tryin' to get bigger >from quarters to keys
it in your glove compartment 'Cause jackers they love to start shit Now if you're white you can trust the police But if you're black they ain't nothin
Ice in my grill plus my Rollie stay plush Don't got no main lady 'cuz I don't like to fuck Just got one I can trust to bust these keys down to dust
