Trust Issues Lyrics
| Song | Trust Issues |
| Artist | Bryson Tiller |
| Album | Bryson Tiller |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro: Bryson Tiller & DJ Edubb] | |
| This is a DJ Edubb, worldwide exclusive | |
| Exclusive, exclusive | |
| Oh yea, oh yea | |
| Don't call with that bitchin' don't | |
| Cause I might just say this | |
| DJ Edubb | |
| [Verse 1: Bryson Tiller] | |
| I don’t care about no woman baby, I don’t mean no harm | |
| Have been told that men are dogs and so I try not to be one | |
| I don't really give a **** about no bitch and what she wants | |
| Girl excuse my rude behavior, no time for you | |
| You're playin’ with the wrong one, huh | |
| You got the wrong one, huh | |
| Check that inbox on your phone hon | |
| Leave me alone hun | |
| I don't want ya | |
| Don't give a **** whatcha' momma thinks | |
| I’m a young nigga tryna do my thing | |
| All you haters hop off my shit | |
| Money to be got and I'ma get that shit | |
| Cuz I don't want ya, nah - yea | |
| **** this I’m gone hun, nuh | |
| [interlude] | |
| I am, I am | |
| You know what I like | |
| Oh yea, oh yea | |
| Oh yea, oh yea | |
| Oh yea, oh yea | |
| [Verse 2: Bryson Tiller] | |
| You're in no position, don't need your permission | |
| To go do what I want, even if I don't trust these bitches | |
| I don't, I don't trust these bitches, there is no commitment | |
| So I do what I want even if I go **** these bitches | |
| They might, they might catch some feelings | |
| Ask me if i give it | |
| Girl I just begun and I don't mix pleasure with business | |
| I don't, I don't love these bitches, cuz all these hoes be trippin’ | |
| I don't need to get away | |
| [Interlude: Bryson Tiller] | |
| Oh Whoa, trust issues | |
| Oh Whoa, trust issues | |
| Oh Whoa, trust issues | |
| Oh Whoa, trust issues | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah | |
| [Verse 3: Bryson Tiller] | |
| Yea, Uh | |
| Tiller man, hear me out | |
| Every song another bitch get singled out | |
| Won't say no names, but I really should | |
| She didn't never hesitate to put her business out | |
| Lame niggas, they be acting like they your friends | |
| But I know they only want get under your clothes | |
| Tell me why the **** you ever let this nigga in | |
| When you knew that he was only ****ing woman over | |
| Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell | |
| You don't even wear your white wings no more | |
| Tell my niggas I don't like weed no more | |
| But **** it I'ma blow till I don't see no more | |
| You can look at me and tell that I just ain't myself | |
| And if I let all y'all change me, then I hate myself i'm real | |
| Tell them girls grin, they ain't gotta worry 'bout a thang all my people getting in | |
| I'm ok with if my ex in the crew but if she steppin' with a dude imma be angry with him when I see him I | |
| [Verse 4: Bryson Tiller & DJ Edubb] | |
| DJ Edubb | |
| Here's the shit that drives me crazy, oh | |
| When it comes to love, I'm kinda lazy | |
| Why I never put the time in | |
| I don't never feel the need to put the pressure on them | |
| Ignore all my haters, cuz they love it when I mind them | |
| They do, they do | |
| Lets get wasted | |
| Call up mah niggas, let's all get faded | |
| [Outro: Bryson Tiller] | |
| I mean like, I'm just saying like | |
| I just can't trust a hoe man, like for real, like | |
| These bitches they be tryna talk to me, man | |
| On that Facebook and shit, they got "I'm in love with my hubby" | |
| But you still tryna talk to me doe | |
| Psshh, damn shame, what the **** man, you bitches crazy | |
| Do anything for a lil bit of fame | |
| Just to get a lil bit of hype on your name | |
| What the **** man, you hoes is crazy, I swear you hoes are crazy | |
| I don't know what to do, man, you hoes are crazy | |
| I don't know what the **** to do, man, I'm lazy, I'm ****ing lazy | |
| When it comes to love man, you, you, you, you | |
| All ya'll bitches | |
| **** with a nigga though |
| Intro: Bryson Tiller DJ Edubb | |
| This is a DJ Edubb, worldwide exclusive | |
| Exclusive, exclusive | |
| Oh yea, oh yea | |
| Don' t call with that bitchin' don' t | |
| Cause I might just say this | |
| DJ Edubb | |
| Verse 1: Bryson Tiller | |
| I don' t care about no woman baby, I don' t mean no harm | |
| Have been told that men are dogs and so I try not to be one | |
| I don' t really give a about no bitch and what she wants | |
| Girl excuse my rude behavior, no time for you | |
| You' re playin' with the wrong one, huh | |
| You got the wrong one, huh | |
| Check that inbox on your phone hon | |
| Leave me alone hun | |
| I don' t want ya | |
| Don' t give a whatcha' momma thinks | |
| I' m a young nigga tryna do my thing | |
| All you haters hop off my shit | |
| Money to be got and I' ma get that shit | |
| Cuz I don' t want ya, nah yea | |
| this I' m gone hun, nuh | |
| interlude | |
| I am, I am | |
| You know what I like | |
| Oh yea, oh yea | |
| Oh yea, oh yea | |
| Oh yea, oh yea | |
| Verse 2: Bryson Tiller | |
| You' re in no position, don' t need your permission | |
| To go do what I want, even if I don' t trust these bitches | |
| I don' t, I don' t trust these bitches, there is no commitment | |
| So I do what I want even if I go these bitches | |
| They might, they might catch some feelings | |
| Ask me if i give it | |
| Girl I just begun and I don' t mix pleasure with business | |
| I don' t, I don' t love these bitches, cuz all these hoes be trippin' | |
| I don' t need to get away | |
| Interlude: Bryson Tiller | |
| Oh Whoa, trust issues | |
| Oh Whoa, trust issues | |
| Oh Whoa, trust issues | |
| Oh Whoa, trust issues | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah | |
| Verse 3: Bryson Tiller | |
| Yea, Uh | |
| Tiller man, hear me out | |
| Every song another bitch get singled out | |
| Won' t say no names, but I really should | |
| She didn' t never hesitate to put her business out | |
| Lame niggas, they be acting like they your friends | |
| But I know they only want get under your clothes | |
| Tell me why the you ever let this nigga in | |
| When you knew that he was only ing woman over | |
| Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell | |
| You don' t even wear your white wings no more | |
| Tell my niggas I don' t like weed no more | |
| But it I' ma blow till I don' t see no more | |
| You can look at me and tell that I just ain' t myself | |
| And if I let all y' all change me, then I hate myself i' m real | |
| Tell them girls grin, they ain' t gotta worry ' bout a thang all my people getting in | |
| I' m ok with if my ex in the crew but if she steppin' with a dude imma be angry with him when I see him I | |
| Verse 4: Bryson Tiller DJ Edubb | |
| DJ Edubb | |
| Here' s the shit that drives me crazy, oh | |
| When it comes to love, I' m kinda lazy | |
| Why I never put the time in | |
| I don' t never feel the need to put the pressure on them | |
| Ignore all my haters, cuz they love it when I mind them | |
| They do, they do | |
| Lets get wasted | |
| Call up mah niggas, let' s all get faded | |
| Outro: Bryson Tiller | |
| I mean like, I' m just saying like | |
| I just can' t trust a hoe man, like for real, like | |
| These bitches they be tryna talk to me, man | |
| On that Facebook and shit, they got " I' m in love with my hubby" | |
| But you still tryna talk to me doe | |
| Psshh, damn shame, what the man, you bitches crazy | |
| Do anything for a lil bit of fame | |
| Just to get a lil bit of hype on your name | |
| What the man, you hoes is crazy, I swear you hoes are crazy | |
| I don' t know what to do, man, you hoes are crazy | |
| I don' t know what the to do, man, I' m lazy, I' m ing lazy | |
| When it comes to love man, you, you, you, you | |
| All ya' ll bitches | |
| with a nigga though |
| Intro: Bryson Tiller DJ Edubb | |
| This is a DJ Edubb, worldwide exclusive | |
| Exclusive, exclusive | |
| Oh yea, oh yea | |
| Don' t call with that bitchin' don' t | |
| Cause I might just say this | |
| DJ Edubb | |
| Verse 1: Bryson Tiller | |
| I don' t care about no woman baby, I don' t mean no harm | |
| Have been told that men are dogs and so I try not to be one | |
| I don' t really give a about no bitch and what she wants | |
| Girl excuse my rude behavior, no time for you | |
| You' re playin' with the wrong one, huh | |
| You got the wrong one, huh | |
| Check that inbox on your phone hon | |
| Leave me alone hun | |
| I don' t want ya | |
| Don' t give a whatcha' momma thinks | |
| I' m a young nigga tryna do my thing | |
| All you haters hop off my shit | |
| Money to be got and I' ma get that shit | |
| Cuz I don' t want ya, nah yea | |
| this I' m gone hun, nuh | |
| interlude | |
| I am, I am | |
| You know what I like | |
| Oh yea, oh yea | |
| Oh yea, oh yea | |
| Oh yea, oh yea | |
| Verse 2: Bryson Tiller | |
| You' re in no position, don' t need your permission | |
| To go do what I want, even if I don' t trust these bitches | |
| I don' t, I don' t trust these bitches, there is no commitment | |
| So I do what I want even if I go these bitches | |
| They might, they might catch some feelings | |
| Ask me if i give it | |
| Girl I just begun and I don' t mix pleasure with business | |
| I don' t, I don' t love these bitches, cuz all these hoes be trippin' | |
| I don' t need to get away | |
| Interlude: Bryson Tiller | |
| Oh Whoa, trust issues | |
| Oh Whoa, trust issues | |
| Oh Whoa, trust issues | |
| Oh Whoa, trust issues | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah | |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah | |
| Verse 3: Bryson Tiller | |
| Yea, Uh | |
| Tiller man, hear me out | |
| Every song another bitch get singled out | |
| Won' t say no names, but I really should | |
| She didn' t never hesitate to put her business out | |
| Lame niggas, they be acting like they your friends | |
| But I know they only want get under your clothes | |
| Tell me why the you ever let this nigga in | |
| When you knew that he was only ing woman over | |
| Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell | |
| You don' t even wear your white wings no more | |
| Tell my niggas I don' t like weed no more | |
| But it I' ma blow till I don' t see no more | |
| You can look at me and tell that I just ain' t myself | |
| And if I let all y' all change me, then I hate myself i' m real | |
| Tell them girls grin, they ain' t gotta worry ' bout a thang all my people getting in | |
| I' m ok with if my ex in the crew but if she steppin' with a dude imma be angry with him when I see him I | |
| Verse 4: Bryson Tiller DJ Edubb | |
| DJ Edubb | |
| Here' s the shit that drives me crazy, oh | |
| When it comes to love, I' m kinda lazy | |
| Why I never put the time in | |
| I don' t never feel the need to put the pressure on them | |
| Ignore all my haters, cuz they love it when I mind them | |
| They do, they do | |
| Lets get wasted | |
| Call up mah niggas, let' s all get faded | |
| Outro: Bryson Tiller | |
| I mean like, I' m just saying like | |
| I just can' t trust a hoe man, like for real, like | |
| These bitches they be tryna talk to me, man | |
| On that Facebook and shit, they got " I' m in love with my hubby" | |
| But you still tryna talk to me doe | |
| Psshh, damn shame, what the man, you bitches crazy | |
| Do anything for a lil bit of fame | |
| Just to get a lil bit of hype on your name | |
| What the man, you hoes is crazy, I swear you hoes are crazy | |
| I don' t know what to do, man, you hoes are crazy | |
| I don' t know what the to do, man, I' m lazy, I' m ing lazy | |
| When it comes to love man, you, you, you, you | |
| All ya' ll bitches | |
| with a nigga though |
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