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lirik lagu someone – tray davis

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(intro)
trust n0body, not even ya kinfolk
trust n0body, not even ya kinfolk

(verse 1)
she like “who you supposed to be?”
wondering why they all so close to me
told that lil b-tch “i am someone that you should know”
i have a piggy bank instead of a soul
you n-ggas really think i’m losing my focus
pink v-g-n- drink inside of a soda
if we hit the sheets and she gimme no b-tt
i tell her “you can sleep on the f-cking sofa”
i show em all love and they gimme no trust
no one came around unless it was on us
my cousin nuccio still throwing four’s up
the paper in my pocket was able to fold up

(hook)
but that was back then though, now i’m all in though
n-gga move too slow, switching up the tempo
i was in the benzo receiving the temple
money hit my line i pick up and holler “10/4”
trust n0body, not even ya kinfolk
trust n0body, not even ya kinfolk

(verse 2)
how you go against everything a n-gga stand for
i was so cold and alone in the bando
moved it to the westin over in orlando
take a shot of henny-hen for i hit the dance-floor
told the lil b-tch “you ain’t even my type. i’m tryna f-ck yo best-friend do you understand hoe.”
i be on the wave even when the tide low
put the pipe in her face make her hit the high-note
then move her out the way, keep her on the side though
i can’t believe that i used to really wife hoes

(hook)
but that was back then though, now i’m all in though
n-gga move too slow, switching up the tempo
i was in the benzo receiving the temple
money hit my line i pick up and holler “10/4”
trust n0body, not even ya kinfolk
trust n0body, not even ya kinfolk

(verse 3)
getting to the paper really isn’t that simple
and my sh-t bump through the streets like a pimple
young-baby-god i’m the n-gga she’ll sin for
i was heaven-sent but i move a little sinful
n-ggas so fake getting grillz made of tinfoil
i can flip a dollar-bill back, make it tenfold
okay you barely see me out these days
and whenever you do, the f-ck is a cliche
and i would circle shoes in all of my eastbays
steady telling myself “yea maybe one day”

(hook)
but that was back then though, now i’m all in though
n-gga move too slow, switching up the tempo
i was in the benzo receiving the temple
money hit my line i pick up and holler “10/4”
trust n0body, not even ya kinfolk
trust n0body, not even ya kinfolk

(outro)
aye
aye
aye
aye, yea
trust n0body, not even ya kinfolk
trust n0body, not even ya kinfolk
trust n0body, not even ya kinfolk
trust n0body, not even ya kinfolk