Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Trust A Soul, artist - Dreezy. Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Song language: English
Can't Trust A Soul |
| They talk bout money, they ain’t really gettin' it huh |
| Lil bitch! |
| Don’t give a fuck nigga |
| Bitch you ain’t low |
| It’s Dreezy, Rock, let’s get it |
| These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it |
| They talkin' bout money, they ain’t really get it |
| These bitches be snakin', these bitches be grimey |
| They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I’m slippin' |
| I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low |
| Bitches be thinkin' I’m slow, little do they know |
| Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can’t trust a soul |
| These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it |
| They talkin' bout money, they ain’t really get it |
| These bitches be snakin', these bitches be grimey |
| They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I’m slippin' |
| I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low |
| Bitches be thinkin' I’m slow, little do they know |
| Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can’t trust a soul |
| I don’t need nobody |
| I’m whippin' a lowbody (lowrider) |
| The dock gotta human inside |
| The engine is robotic |
| I pull up reverse then I hop in the bird |
| Then switch up the whole topic |
| These bitches be fucking these niggas for nothin' |
| They ain’t gettin' no profit |
| I’ma go shop when I land |
| Hop on a plane with no bags |
| I know I’m makin' them mad, went and got |
| Tell him to go a lil faster |
| He got that top like a grad, I’ma put him ahead of the class |
| Either way know I ain’t givin' no pass |
| Niggas be faking like a Jim on The Mask |
| Ball so hard, fell in love with it, feeling like Sanaa Lathan |
| I just got top from a Muslim and I told him as-salamu alaykum |
| I don’t fuck with nobody, let his mama say |
| I’m goin' through a phase yeah |
| Shoulda known you a back stabber |
| Had a knife tatted on your face yeah |
| You know it’s cash when I talk |
| Valentino when I walk |
| The hatin' shit won’t get you far |
| coupe is the car |
| Got a whole thang on me right now |
| Smell like a P when I walk |
| Know I said I want a couple M’s |
| But know I want B’s in the vault |
| It’s Dreez! |
| These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it |
| They talkin' bout money, they ain’t really get it |
| These bitches be snakin', these bitches be grimey |
| They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I’m slippin' |
| I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low |
| Bitches be thinkin' I’m slow, little do they know |
| Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can’t trust a soul |
| These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it |
| They talkin' bout money, they ain’t really get it |
| These bitches be snakin', these bitches be grimey |
| They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I’m slippin' |
| I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low |
| Bitches be thinkin' I’m slow, little do they know |
| Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can’t trust a soul |
| I’m doin' 80 on the E-way out in Calabasas |
| My eyes don’t see no pussy niggas through these Gucci glasses |
| I pull up in that 911 they like, «That's a classic» |
| You could be anything in life but wanna be a mad bitch |
| I know you see me like 3D, niggas be fake like BB |
| I’m passing a hoe like I’m Mimi |
| You don’t be no where that we be |
| I know some rich nigga who gone go |
| 'Cus I stay on leak like Nene |
| I know some bitches hatin' on the low |
| But in real life they wanna be me yeah |
| I’m up in a ballin' house, I gotta ring like I’m callin' out |
| Fuck what they talkin' bout |
| Me and my bitches ain’t fallin' out |
| You say you ballin' how |
| Beefin' with me at yo momma house |
| Chopper gon' make a bitch «Walk It Out» |
| Flexin' on me, then I’m poppin' now |
| These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it |
| They talkin' bout money, they ain’t really get it |
| These bitches be snakin', these bitches be grimey |
| They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I’m slippin' |
| I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low |
| Bitches be thinkin' I’m slow, little do they know |
| Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can’t trust a soul |
| These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it |
| They talkin' bout money, they ain’t really get it |
| These bitches be snakin', these bitches be grimey |
| They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I’m slippin' |
| I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low |
| Bitches be thinkin' I’m slow, little do they know |
| Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can’t trust a soul |
| These niggas be hatin', these niggas be fakin' it |
| They talkin' bout money, they ain’t really get it |
| These bitches be snakin', these bitches be grimey |
| They be tryna lie to me, they be thinkin' I’m slippin' |
| I stay on my toes, niggas be thinkin' they low |
| Bitches be thinkin' I’m slow, little do they know |
| Everyday I got my pole, I swear I can’t trust a soul |