Don’t Trust lyrics

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
b*tch, you ain't trustworthy
You look clean, but you f*ck dirty
First night, could've swore you was a keeper
A week later, and a n*gga don't need ya
He don't even want it no more
You couldn't even be my ho
Unless you drop that down to the floor
And let these n*ggas know
You tryna make daddy some dough
But that ain't true
You got a sucker for a man, he believes in you
So what you gon' do?
Treat him like a b*tch, like the last two?
Or finally get your sh*t together
You might not be a bad b*tch forever
All that eating, drinking, and f*cking for free
It's 'bout to have your ass stuck in the streets
b*tch

[Chorus: Too $hort & Joe Moses]
Couldn't be a better player than mе
Yeah she like to f*ck, sеven days of the week
So don't get mad if that b*tch is for me
It ain't my falt that that b*tch is for free
So don't trust that b*tch
Why you cuff that?
Why you love that?
Don't trust that b*tch
Why you cuff that?
Why you love that?
Don't trust that b*tch
[Verse 2: Joe Moses]
It ain't my falt
So don't be mad, 'cause your b*tch is a bop
She go from team to team, she a baller's dream
She used to f*ck on Nip, she used to f*ck on Skeme
She don't do no pills, she like coke
Inglewood hood rat, named Moka
f*cked with everybody n*gga, out of focus
Lil pretty lil b*tch, out of focus
I tell her go, b*tch, there's only one n*gga like me
Call out her name, real I.M.P
Rule number one, it don't fly with me
But I'll murder that pus*y, f*ck it, I.N.C
'ma [?] on that ho, [?] on that ho
Magnom in my pocket, never raw in that ho
I'ma call her a b*tch, 'cause she like it
Call her Queen Latifa, 'cause she dyking

[Chorus: Too $hort & Joe Moses]
Couldn't be a better player than me
Yeah she like to f*ck, seven days of the week
So don't get mad if that b*tch is for me
It ain't my falt that that b*tch is for free
So don't trust that b*tch
Why you cuff that?
Why you love that?
Don't trust that b*tch
Why you cuff that?
Why you love that?
Don't trust that b*tch
[Verse 3: Too $hort & Joe Moses]
She belongs to us
Transfer the b*tch like we on the bus
Cause she's public property
And if I f*ck her, there ain't no stopping me
And I done popped all three, I [?]
Fly as I wanna, b*tch, check my [?]
b*tch, check my stats, you's a rat with a rack
Yeah, your n*gga's a buster, but your ass is fat
Tuesday at the supper club
Tryna f*ck a sl*t
But I know what's up
After I do her, put her in a taxi or an uber
Send her home and get some newer
pus*y [?], I mean [?]
Can you do it like that on the beef?
f*ck a feel, I don't call her
See them sucker ass n*ggas pay dollars

[Chorus: Too $hort & Joe Moses]
Couldn't be a better player than me
Yeah she like to f*ck, seven days of the week
So don't get mad if that b*tch is for me
It ain't my falt that that b*tch is for free
So don't trust that b*tch
Why you cuff that?
Why you love that?
Don't trust that b*tch
Why you cuff that?
Why you love that?
Don't trust that b*tch