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Trust nun Video (MV)




Performed By: Kg Kel
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Christian Hardy




Kg Kel - Trust nun Lyrics




Devlynn
Devlynn
Baby we ballin' together

I'm in the four, gotta keep my head up
I got a chopper, I know it's ah set up
Baby you drippin', I know that you weter
Baby you trippin', I'm tryna get better

I said wassup, I'm lookin' at the weather
And it's gon' snow and you wearin' my sweater
Nigga, ooh, you, I'm gettin' blues
I got that motherf*ckin' pistol on me while I'm sittin' in school

Oh, maybe I'm hittin' it right
I gotta f*ck all these bitches, I'm hittin' it rough
I gotta show what you know
I'm in the city, like, baby, you know what I do

I'm gettin' motherf*ckin' blue
I gotta get to a million, like, baby, you know
I was like, baby, you know
I was like, baby, you knew

Baby, you know that I'm rich
I gotta stay out the mix
Niggas rather go and talk on their net like a bitch
Niggas be actin' like bitches

I gotta get to that pay
I gotta get to that pay
But I'm lovin' your shape and I'm gettin' paid
Like, baby, you know I'm tryna make your day, like, woah

Baby, just tell me how far I go
I don't wanna give you all your love
That's why I don't trust nun
That's why I don't trust nun

I just wanna all of your love
But I don't tryna
Trust
So why do you wanna leave

Why, why, why
Do you wanna leave
Why, why, why
Do you wanna leave

Why, why, why
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Devlynn
Devlynn
Baby we ballin' together

I'm in the four, gotta keep my head up
I got a chopper, I know it's ah set up
Baby you drippin', I know that you weter
Baby you trippin', I'm tryna get better

I said wassup, I'm lookin' at the weather
And it's gon' snow and you wearin' my sweater
Nigga, ooh, you, I'm gettin' blues
I got that motherf*ckin' pistol on me while I'm sittin' in school

Oh, maybe I'm hittin' it right
I gotta f*ck all these bitches, I'm hittin' it rough
I gotta show what you know
I'm in the city, like, baby, you know what I do

I'm gettin' motherf*ckin' blue
I gotta get to a million, like, baby, you know
I was like, baby, you know
I was like, baby, you knew

Baby, you know that I'm rich
I gotta stay out the mix
Niggas rather go and talk on their net like a bitch
Niggas be actin' like bitches

I gotta get to that pay
I gotta get to that pay
But I'm lovin' your shape and I'm gettin' paid
Like, baby, you know I'm tryna make your day, like, woah

Baby, just tell me how far I go
I don't wanna give you all your love
That's why I don't trust nun
That's why I don't trust nun

I just wanna all of your love
But I don't tryna
Trust
So why do you wanna leave

Why, why, why
Do you wanna leave
Why, why, why
Do you wanna leave

Why, why, why
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Writer: Christian Hardy
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