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Rico Nasty – Trust Issues Lyrics

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Rico Nasty

Trust Issues Lyrics by Rico Nasty

[Intro]
Yeah, Rico
Kennyyy

[Verse 1]
They keep trying hard to get at me but don’t think it’s sticking
They only wanna beef with me because they see I’m winning
It’s diamonds in my ear, so it’s hard for me to listen
B—h I’m worth a check, I bet you want for me to hit you
We ain’t that close, I bet you wanted me to kiss you
Outfit sick, I should be walkin with a tissue
B—h, I’m a dog, but I just broke up out the kennel
Car paid full cash and you riding in a rental
Diamonds in my dental, crazy in my mental
Stab you with a pencil if you don’t get the memo
This s–t too simple, smoking on emdom
Racks in my pocket, so it made me limp slow

[Verse 2]
I just got to the party so I’m gonna sip mo’
Pockets fat, so you know they won’t fold
She just pooped a bean, I ain’t talking ’bout a pento
If you looking for me, I be everywhere you can’t go

[Hook/Chorus]
I’m with the s–t, good or bad, either way it go
If you got a wit me, can you let me know?
I-I-I-I got a lotta issues, I try not to let ’em show
I got trust issues, don’t nobody get too close

[Post-Hook/Chorus]
I got dough like a roll
Choppa make ’em hit dem folks
I-I-I-I got a Cali plug, he pull up on me in some loafs
Walking through the airport and I got a Fenty tote
Riding with my b—–s and we stay with plenty poles

[Verse 3]
S–t, adiós, I need my vámonos
I like cheese, no nachos
They like, “where you get those?”
I touch mo’ money than a b—h that work at Wells Fargo
I got people turning heads everywhere that I go
Kenny on the beat, so you know the beat fye
Talking too much, my n—-s pull up with that fye
Five grams to the face, b—h, that’s a high five
You work a nine to five, I make nine bands five times
Guns like we in the army, hope you roger that
You tryna get a follow back but I be where the dollars at
I make mo’ money than my old teachers and I’m proud of that
You thought you was teaching me, well, b—h, I shoulda bought yo a-s

[Verse 4]
I hope that they ready for it, life come at you fast
What ever you say outcho mouth you gotta stay true to that
I hopped in a foreign, I might just do the dash
Rich b—h in the passenger, I hope I don’t f—–g crash

[Hook/Chorus]
I’m with the s–t, good or bad, either way it go
If you got a problem wit me, can you let me know?
I-I-I-I got a lotta issues, I try not to let ’em show
I got trust issues, don’t nobody get too close

[Post-Hook/Chorus]
I got dough like a roll
Choppa make ’em hit dem folks
I-I-I-I got a Cali plug, he pull up on me in some loafs
Walking through the airport and I got a Fenty tote
Riding with my b—–s and we stay with plenty poles

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