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JAMS The Flava Child - Who Can I Trust? (feat. Travis Thompson) Lyrics



JAMS The Flava Child - Who Can I Trust? (feat. Travis Thompson) Lyrics




You know what time it is...
J A M S The Smoothest out the midwest
312 to the 206
Aye aye

And I still ain't met a girl that I could trust (I dont trust these bitches)
Music, money that's my only love (man I cannot trust these bitches)

Came up in this bish did it by myself
They all on my dick I need a bigger belt
Being myself Accumulate wealth
Heavenly feeling to get thru the hell
Non chalant but low key homie you cant cop my fit
We not talking real estate when we say we do flips
I stay with my baby Mary Jane like I'm spider man
No exaggeration baby take you where you never been
I don't trust a soul, its gonna take some time to let you in
I know that im special come around me guranteed to win
Smoking out the Lac
Trapping out the Benz
Spend a lotta alone I don't need a lot friends
Think or myself out of touch out of reach
Only get deep on top of the beat
I know they lying not happy for me
I feel jealousy envy too much greed
If you don't watchu want - I cant give you need
F*ck the world raw for all the times f*cked with me
Aye whats the price honesty and loyalty
Is it worth all your peace and your sanity

And I still ain't met a girl that I could trust (I dont trust these bitches)
Music, money that's my only love (man I cannot trust these bitches)

I got a face thats hard to forget
I'm from a place thats home of the rap
I like to talk out my neck
I like taking trips with shorty blowing checks on denim
I like dropping raising bars and f*cking up the f*cks momentum
Time like 15 from arrival
Crisp jeans and a white tee
Put 16's on a little beat
Got the whole game in a tight squeeze
Verse pricey, talk spicy
Fit dry clean like a mob boss
Need revamp me and my pen like P-Framp with a talk box
You know me I'm in the whip
With a circle small as f*ck cause I dont need a new expense
I hit bottom by my lonely aint no point dont need to vent
Pick myself up out the gutter, like I cant be one of them
Product of changed paths, got the power my name back
No you not meeting the same Trav, this aint that
Spittin plain facts, Yeah Uh
Still aint met no one to trust
Wouldn't trust me either, see what I do for a couple bucks

And I still ain't met a girl that I could trust
Music, money that's my only love

(I spend a lot of time by myself, I like to spend time by myself
Thats when I think the most free, thats when I get the most done
I clear all that negativity out, make room for more cars n shit you know)
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You know what time it is...
J A M S The Smoothest out the midwest
312 to the 206
Aye aye

And I still ain't met a girl that I could trust (I dont trust these bitches)
Music, money that's my only love (man I cannot trust these bitches)

Came up in this bish did it by myself
They all on my dick I need a bigger belt
Being myself Accumulate wealth
Heavenly feeling to get thru the hell
Non chalant but low key homie you cant cop my fit
We not talking real estate when we say we do flips
I stay with my baby Mary Jane like I'm spider man
No exaggeration baby take you where you never been
I don't trust a soul, its gonna take some time to let you in
I know that im special come around me guranteed to win
Smoking out the Lac
Trapping out the Benz
Spend a lotta alone I don't need a lot friends
Think or myself out of touch out of reach
Only get deep on top of the beat
I know they lying not happy for me
I feel jealousy envy too much greed
If you don't watchu want - I cant give you need
F*ck the world raw for all the times f*cked with me
Aye whats the price honesty and loyalty
Is it worth all your peace and your sanity

And I still ain't met a girl that I could trust (I dont trust these bitches)
Music, money that's my only love (man I cannot trust these bitches)

I got a face thats hard to forget
I'm from a place thats home of the rap
I like to talk out my neck
I like taking trips with shorty blowing checks on denim
I like dropping raising bars and f*cking up the f*cks momentum
Time like 15 from arrival
Crisp jeans and a white tee
Put 16's on a little beat
Got the whole game in a tight squeeze
Verse pricey, talk spicy
Fit dry clean like a mob boss
Need revamp me and my pen like P-Framp with a talk box
You know me I'm in the whip
With a circle small as f*ck cause I dont need a new expense
I hit bottom by my lonely aint no point dont need to vent
Pick myself up out the gutter, like I cant be one of them
Product of changed paths, got the power my name back
No you not meeting the same Trav, this aint that
Spittin plain facts, Yeah Uh
Still aint met no one to trust
Wouldn't trust me either, see what I do for a couple bucks

And I still ain't met a girl that I could trust
Music, money that's my only love

(I spend a lot of time by myself, I like to spend time by myself
Thats when I think the most free, thats when I get the most done
I clear all that negativity out, make room for more cars n shit you know)
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Writer: Jake Samuels, Travis Thompson
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