Can't Trust A Man (feat. Suga T) - Mia x

Sistas recognize no matter how you try to understand

To understand them

Oh noo you can’t trust a man

Look here, I’m goin out with tha homies

And dont you even give me no lip like you own me

You want me couked up so you can do yo thang

But now it’s time boot up and say some thangs gone change

Like when yo pager rangs

Whats up wit all these codes

You turn tha thang upside down readin stuff from yo hoes

I suppose thats why I got on my clothes

Gon have a dance

A drink or 2

And I ain’t even trippin on you

Cause tha things you think is slick really ain’t

You think you bein a playa

But looka here

Dude you can’t

Cause I work everyday, but I dont pay nan bill

Sex you only when I want

And never do fix a meal

But on tha real

I be that pimpstriss, mackadame with game

Got tha mind playin

Met tha trick indeed to bring tha pain

Cause yo lame excuses

And yo tore up lies

Left you hanging wide open

And i ain’t even tryin to cope wit

Yo mental cause it makes no sense

Thats why nothins goin on between us but tha rent

I spent alot of time tryna figure you out

But now I finally understand

You just can’t trust no man

You can’t trust a man (why they always cheatin)

You can’t trust a man (why they mess up tha way they do)

You can’t trust a man (why they always cheatin)

You can’t trust a man (You can’t trust a man)

As long as a trick comes fallin down

It gives me all motion to keep my suit fo tha clown

I’se be like get on down

Boy get on down

I’m hella known fo my strut through my town

Suga T here I be its me

Momma always told me dont nathin come free

They ain’t shh

We knows how it goes

Always tryna come up on tha rolly hoes

But tha skys tha limit

I keeps my hmm sewed up

They backs up off tha hmm

Because I’m tryna make a buck

Chuggin tha lug cause i be down wit da funkin

Niggas be on my jock like a tree be on tha stump

Packin junk in my trunk

Must i buck em

Callin me all on tha top notch to bust some

Lyrical master in tha front

Be on this rap scene

Who do I be

Cause i be that tool with tha classy

Breakin em down

Shakin em up gettin em stuck

Supa bad and ain’t givin a fuck

No love No lust

Cause thats tha way it goes

Cause they ain’t shh

You tear me up on tha inside

I hope my hardhead understands

Cause I can’t trust no man

Damn even though he’s a trip

It’s hard to let go cause I’m used to his tricks

I’m scared to find anotha deal with his habits

That might even turn out to be more drastic

I’m mackin and he’s ackin on his p’s and q’s

But fo how long fo real until I get tha blues again

I miss makin dinner fo 2

Candelight, bubble bath and tha rendevous

But I do know i ain’t lettin him have his cake

And his ice cream while he eats his steak

I mean I ain’t down to share no I can’t understand

Some otha chick up in tha mix wit my man

So I’m bounce just to let him see

That if I can’t trust him then he can’t be with me