No, uh-uh, excuse me, wait, baby, treat yo' cat And remind me when we get home to get goin' and crack my whip And pack yo' * before ninety-two point three, the beat yo' ass No, bitch, look at me when I talk to you I checked your bitch and said, I have some * No, uh-uh, shut up, you gon' do what I tell you to do Not name three motherfuckers you can call You can't One pimpin' at, two pimpin' at, three pimpin' at That bitch that's hot Say what, my nigga, sugar free, what you sayin'? Snoop, say what? I said, I'm pimpin' at you, pimpin' at she, pimpin' at that bitch, that's hot Pimpin' ain't easy Pimpin' ain't easy Throwin' ain't hard, no Throwin' ain't hard, no Lady, you gon' have to hoe Ho, ho Poor lady, I'ma have to go Senior, senior, sugar free Bitch, that don't stand for some old nice-ass nigga tryin' to get some pussy And you tryin' to get some of this dick for free Poor Malifia, old-ass pimp with cataracts Reminiscin' on raidin' loquat trees With the homies and slappin' bitches in cataracts I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I wish you wouldn't trust me so much Now check me, I'm in a hell of a situation I got love for the homegirl, but it ain't no escapin' Now I've been waitin' for the chance for me to do my thing Cause when I go out, baby, I go out with a bang Thursday night, bout to hang out at the House of Blues Fresh attire, new shoes, plus a new hairdo I'm mesmerized by the music that they bump in the club I see my homegirl, man, lookin' like he needs some love And every time I see him, he be givin' me the eye Cause he my type and I'm his type, and plus we love to ride Imagine that, off we left Hot sweat, hot sex, it ain't like we just met Why she trust me, since this girl went on a little trip I made his sweat drip, he made me strip It ain't my fault he in a * up relationship That just go to show you never know who you dealin' with Love over friendship, that's why I live my life trustless I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I spent the night at the homie's house Slept in his living room on his couch Nigga high and the motherfucker burnt out Before you know it, goddamn, that homie chirped out And he ain't said *, he just dipped in his Sevilla's appeal Left me at the pad with his girl, damn, what the deal Now baby got a gown on, gettin' a clown on And she slid downstairs, now she takin' me down Cheatin' in the next room, in the homeboy's bedroom Am I wrong? *, on and on and on and on Now what am I to do if you was me and I was you This baby mama in my face, she shakin' poop, what would you do? Trust is a motherfuckin' loco *, and so is temptation, and I don't know what I'ma do Come on through, so I can come on you *, if the homie knew I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I wish you wouldn't trust me so much I wish you wouldn't trust me so much What you say now? Can't trust What you say now? What you say now? Can't trust What you say now? Come again