Don't Trust Her Lyrics - Can't Stay Away - Too $hort

[Badwayz] 

Yeah, don't trust her 

Don't trust yo' nigga 

Yeah, uhh 

Now do you love your bitch or do you trust your bitch? 

Now do you love your nigga or do you trust your nigga? Yeah 

[Verse One] 

Now do you love your bitch or do you trust your bitch? 

Cause niggaz gotta tendencies to follow they dick 

You down with Too $hort girl? He a ho 

Cause I'll snatch a bitch up e'ry show, and hit the mo-mo 

But certain niggaz fall in love with them hookers 

Nigga the pussy ain't yours cause another nigga took her 

Seen a little mo' game, she took a rang and some bigger and better thangs 

Starin at the chain and the karats in the rang 

Now who she wanna leave with, she know we got the sticky 

The niggaz wearin dickies or the niggaz givin hickies 

She know what she want, she want that California funk 

Them hundred spoke thangs with that juice up in the trunk 

She wanna ride down the sho' with the top back 

But she know I gotta hit before we start that 

Man don't trust her 

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[Interlude One] 

(Aiyyo) Man, see that's what the fuck I'm talkin about 

(What?) You can't trust a bitch! 

(The fuck you mean?) What'chu mean? Where the fuck you been? 

(Me and my girl Robin went to the car wash) 

I don't wanna hear that shit 

Robin called me lookin for yo' motherfuckin ass 

What the fuck you think? (whatever, whatever) 

That's what the fuck I'm talkin 'bout, I'm talkin 'bout 

(You trippin) I can't trust yo' motherfuckin ass 

You need to get yo' ass the fuck up outta here 

(Nigga let's just fuck, okay?) 

No I ain't even fuckin, ain't worth that motherfucker 

Now do you love your bitch or do you trust your bitch? 

Now do you love your nigga or do you trust your nigga? 

Nigga what what, what what wha-what? 

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[Verse Two] 

Now you thinkin you be trustin yo' man, but I'ma tell you right now 

The peter man make the plans 

It's like when I step up in the club I gotta catch my breath 

9 times out of 10 I cain't help myself 

I don't really mean to cheat, I ain't lyin I'm a freak 

Pager goin beep and I'm steady tryin to creep 

I admit, I'm a - sinner 

I did what I had to do just to get in her 

I simply whispered in her ear 

Tell her I'm the man, tell her what she wanna hear 

Now I'm knowin I can hit it 

Cause the shit was soundin good cause she bought it and she bit it 

I'm down with $hort Dawg, I'm the next thang comin 

You heard Badwayz? Yeah I'm the first one 

My name Stud baby girl, you ain't heard of us? 

"$hort Records: In Platinum We Tru$t?" 

I hadda died if I wasn't high - you ain't heard that? 

But matter of fact, I got some weed in the 'llac 

We can finish these drinks and go smoke that shit 

And from there, ain't no tellin where we gon' get 

But don't trust her 

[Interlude Two] 

That's the type of shit I'm talkin about (what?) 

That fuckin around shit man that shit is not cool 

(Fuckin around nigga, you been fuckin around too with some-a your hoes) 

(Now how you gon' come off on me like that?) 

Man you ain't got no clue, you don't know what the fuck's goin on f'real 

(Anyway) I'm bout to handle business (I know) 

Oh yeah baby what's up? (I know what you doin out there okay?) 

Bitch, what the fuck you think I'm doin? 

(Well as long as you bringin that lucci home to me baby) 

Now do you love your bitch or do you trust your bitch? 

Now do you love your nigga or do you trust your nigga? 

Nigga what what, what what wha-what? 

[Verse Three] 

You see it's way after 12 and I'm out wit'cho bitch 

Tossin up, while you workin on the midnight shift 

Got you fucked up mad, bout to start a rage 

She won't answer the phone, won't return your page 

Gettin took for what you got yet you treat her real dapper 

She takin all yo' change and she spend it on us rappers 

Fuckin all in yo' house, bustin all on yo' sheets 

When I come to yo' town, I be doggin yo' freak 

Then you come back home lickin all on that ho 

Would have a fit ever knowin she was suckin Joe 

She love money and excitement, that's why y'all always fightin 

And youse a workin-haulic, she want you to be ballin 

When it all falls down, you cain't trust that bitch 

If she make you too mad you might bust that bitch 

Be locked down in county for assaultin shit 

But for love and the pussy you done bought that bitch 

Don't trust her 

Don't trust her, don't trust that bitch 

Now do you love your bitch or do you trust your bitch? 

Don't trust her 

Now do you love your nigga or do you trust your nigga? 

Nigga what what, what what wha-what?