Rico Nasty – Trust Issues (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Rico Nasty - Trust Issues (prod. Kenny Beats)

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Throwback to Rico Nasty’s “Trust Issues” single. Listen, stream, buy, watch the video, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Kenny Beats.

Rico Nasty Trust Issues
Rico Nasty Trust Issues

Rico Nasty – Trust Issues (prod. Kenny Beats)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Rico
Kennyyy

[Verse 1]
They keep tryin’ hard to get at me but I don’t think it’s stickin’
They only wanna beef with me because they see me winnin’
It’s diamonds in my ear, so it’s hard for me to listen
Bitch, 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
Bitch, I’m a dog, but I just broke up out the kennel
Car paid for, cash, and you ridin’ in a rental
Diamonds in my dental, crazy in my mental
Stab you with a pencil if you don’t get the memo
This shit too simple, smokin’ on indo
Racks in my pocket, so it made me limp slow
I just got to the party so I’m gonna sip mo’
Pockets fat, so you know they won’t fold
She just popped a bean, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a pinto
If you lookin’ for me, I be everywhere you can’t go

[Chorus]
I’m with the shit, 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
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 locs
Walkin’ through the airport and I got a Fendi tote
Ridin’ with my bitches and we stay with plenty poles

[Verse 2]
Talk shit, adiós, I need my money vámonos
I like cheese, no nachos, they like, “where you get those?”
I touch mo’ money than a bitch who work at Wells Fargo
I got people turnin’ heads everywhere that I go
Kenny on the beat, so you know the beat fye
Talkin’ too much, my niggas pull up with that five
Five grams to the face, bitch, 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 and I be where the dollars at
I make mo’ money than my old teachers and I’m proud of that
You thought you was teachin’ me, well, bitch, I shoulda taught yo’ ass
I hope that they ready for it, life come at you fast
Whatever you say outcha mouth you gotta stay true to that
I hopped in a foreign, I might just do the dash
Rich bitch in the passenger, I hope I don’t fuckin’ crash

[Chorus]
I’m with the shit, 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
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 locs
Walkin’ through the airport and I got a Fendi tote
Ridin’ with my bitches and we stay with plenty poles

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