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Neva Trust A Soul Lyrics - Artist : Foogiano
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It's the mob, nigga (SpiffoMadeIt, bitch) I remember when my mama told me, "Never trust a soul" I was bold, trustin' them fuck niggas made my heart so cold I was slimin' niggas out, they called me Mr. Wipe-His-Nose I wasn't tryna tell no folk, bitch, I was out there kickin' doors I know God say you should kill, hope that don't keep me out of Heaven's gates High speed chase, I got away, I ducked the jakes and split his face I'm sendin' shots at all my opps, bitch, come on, pull up, get popped Can't keep countin' the bites I drop, stolen car, new tag get swapped Been havin' motion, lil' bitch, come shop Try to run off, I read he got shot Count up a ten while she givin' me top Only put my trust in my Glock She ain't no ho, come on, what's next? The dirty old Cubans to water my neck I want baguettes, I don't get no sex She want the head, I don't need no stress He got them racks to come get stretched Got a thing for your ho, I must confess Streets talk, so I don't need no press Don't check, ain't no need for no vest I remember when my mama told me, "Never trust a soul" I was bold, trustin' them fuck niggas made my heart so cold I was slimin' niggas out, they called me Mr. Wipe-His-Nose I wasn't tryna tell no folk, bitch, I was out there kickin' doors I know God say you should kill, hope that don't keep me out of Heaven's gates High speed chase, I got away, I ducked the jakes and split his face Yeah, I been thuggin' since a lil' nigga, yeah, bustin' sticks and nines Every crime, bitch, I bet I did it, never dropped a dime I ain't slime, but I'm slidin', I'll cross him if he sweet Off his feet, he a duck nigga, you know I had to sweep Try me, bitch, this water deep, bullets diggin' like some cleats Diamonds dancin' on my teeth, the mayor, boy, they call me chief Put my trust off in a fuck nigga, he crossed me, now I'm savage with the ratchet I'll kill a nigga, killed before my family I remember when my mama told me, "Never trust a soul" I was bold, trustin' them fuck niggas made my heart so cold I was slimin' niggas out, they called me Mr. Wipe-His-Nose I wasn't tryna tell no folk, bitch, I was out there kickin' doors I know God say you should kill, hope that don't keep me out of Heaven's gates High speed chase, I got away, I ducked the jakes and split his face |
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