Trust Me Lyrics - Singles - Robb Banks

Broward Bred, Broward Dead 

Lick season can't keep a hot boy cold (that right) 

I pour em that and get inside like I'm Ino 

Ain't bout that life, I creep up on you like your first high 

Then have sex with yo bitch, she rode a stick like a witch 

Bitch I'm a mogul, Broward County, fresh out the Pokeball im growing 

Boy I rep the Pewter City Gym Beach, sand Panamera 

With a chest full of beans, now sit your ho, she see me 

I keep it G, bitch make me wanna dig her out the sea, bitch 

And she ain't gon be too long for yours till she gone 

My mind on money im bettin on ball matches, im lickin niggas like haunter 

Sistrunk hoes still live but Creek pussy where its at 

Dirty pineapple but my drank taste the best 

Box Chevy playing with that box in between them leggings 

Shit how you rhyme, we could dunk exchange but I got 12s in my trunk man 

Transparent bitch, from the North Pole 

She come down to the 954 to tell me bout the snow 

Aye numbers you hard to move I done made dance boys 

Say fragile on my luggage, that molly keys like Miss did you drop these? 

And you a lil raw, like you stuck it in once 

Lame nigga, how my 'Port burnin longer then your blunt? 

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Aye if he a fuck nigga mane tell him that, 

If he a fuck nigga, I say tell him that 

Boy if he a fuck nigga I say tell him 

It that 

Mane if he a fuck nigga gon tell him that 

Don't trust nan nigga saying trust me 

Don't trust nan nigga saying trust 

Me 

Boy I don't trust nan nigga saying trust me 

Don't trust no nigga saying 

Trust me 

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Graduated from pill capsules, all a nigga got was love 

And a sandwich bag full skittles like yo mama packed it with your school lunch 

. and dresses ain't my style mayne 

Cause they can't pull up yo skirt if you never wore one in the first place 

But I can still crunch numbers hoes 21 

Green rectangles don't go to school y'all ain't even a .5 on my scale 

Niggas lying to they selves, ain't seen a mirror in a minute (that right) 

Probably why they walk out in public looking like a bitch 

We branch out from music videos to castings 

One meal a day to brunch, nigga see Young Savage 

I don't do enough, took yo bitch on vacation 

Made her kiss the dick