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

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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, huh

You got the wrong one, huh

Check that inbox on your phone hon

Leave me alone hun

I don’t want ya

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 and I’ma get that shit

Cuz I don’t want ya, nah — yea

Fuck this I’m gone hun, nuh

I am, I am

You know what I like

Oh yea, oh yea

Oh yea, oh yea

Oh yea, oh yea

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, cuz 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 my niggas I don’t like weed no more

But fuck it I’ma 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 if my ex in the crew but if she steppin' with a dude imma be angry

with him when I see him I

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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, cuz 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 to do, man, 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, you, you, you, you

All ya’ll bitches

Fuck with a nigga though