Trust Issues! ft. Percules Lyrics

Oh, girl you know

There's some things that's going on

And I'm vibing to this beat

But girl, I gotta tell you

I'm not liking your tone

Better leave that shit at home

Leave a message at the tone

Girl, you know

You've been up right now

And I thought that I should let you know

I won't ever leave you for a girl

I won't let you go

Baby no, no, no

I just wanted you to know

That I've been lying to ya'

Girl, I been lying to ya

I just wanna let you know

You've been a hoe, this entire time

And, it's fine because, I'ma be honest

I have not been that faithful

Since the time we started

Cause' I mean, I've cheated

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, okay, okay, okay

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, okay

Knock that boy out, it's a wipeout

I said fist fight

Nigga, why is yo' knife out?

I got a clippy

It hit from the high ground

You been on BS

My nigga, what's that bout'?

Goddamn, how you get so low?

Said you got one man, I won't hit no mo'

But your on my LAN, and your in my home

If my girl come back, then I'm set in stone, goddamn

Take a step back

To look at what you've done

I know I'm partially at fault

But it don't matter

But if you take my hand

Nothing will be the same

Way, way, way, way, way, way

(Oh, girl)

Nothing will be the same

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Baby I'm reminiscing

Bout' the pessimistic things you do to me, I

Don't have 20/20 vision

But I hope that your seein' my world through a fisheye

Two faced, when I ask to stay

But you say your late

When I know that you have time

On one got a man at home

And three long gone

Girl, you living two lives

I gotta say, I did the same

You ain't the only one taking the blame

If you want truth, then I'll tell you up straight

But you still won't accept

That your running from shame

Maybe its time for us to separate

Two Years of playing husband, with a fake

It's time to give up

Cause' I'm tired of love

And I'm done playing with you

Like it was game

Like it was a game

Twenty two shots, and they go through your brain

Run up on me you get put in a range

Ok, like

Diamonds on me, you don't know us

I pour a five in a four up

Me and my niggas we go up

I don't give a fuck, I'ma call her and show up

(Like huh?)

Yeah, gotta gun you better show me

And I dunk on yo' hoe like I'm Kobe

And I'm hittin' her spot, she like me

Diamonds on me, you get cut up (yeah)

He want the smoke, he can run up (yeah)

Telling your bitch to come over

I'm beating it down, till' the mo'fuckin' sun up

Yeah, uh

And my whip brand new

Brand new, bitch I whip it

Brand new, on the top like Cantu

In my whip, brand new, I got trust issues

We got trust issues, issues

And my wrist cold

Like a igloo

Fuckin on yo' hoe

She got issues

Bitch you playing stu'

Trust issues, like