Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trust Nobody, artist - LofskyDate of issue: 02.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trust Nobody |
| Running to tomorrow like fuck my actions until I run into tomorrow |
| I called the captain, he was sinking in a bottle |
| I called the captain, he was sinking in a bottle |
| And off the record I said dude get it together |
| Almost launched ya |
| Unsure of my last night operation, that’s my favorite xan effect |
| Like if I don’t remember nothing then I got like no regrets |
| I been dodging round with Billy and Mandy, playing around with Death |
| You want call four fouls, I’m still paying off the ref |
| I’m still sticking out my chest, poppa said I’ll get respect |
| That ain’t work, million dollar smirk when charm take their work |
| Now respect don’t mean shit, ain’t worth my spit mixed in the dirt |
| That ain’t work, million dollar smirk when charm take their work |
| Now respect don’t mean shit, ain’t worth my spit mixed in the dirt |
| I ain’t got a lot of time to waste with these motherfuckers |
| You want in my space or you slow my pace, two face |
| I might have to pull it off the waist in this motherfucker |
| Get to spraying like it’s mace, yeah |
| I ain’t got a lot of time to waste with these motherfuckers |
| You want in my space or you slow my pace, two face |
| I might have to pull it off the waist in this motherfucker |
| Get to spraying like it’s mace |
| I got devil horns, she got angel wings |
| When I fuck her got her singing up to heaven’s gates |
| North Face bitch, I"m ready for an expedition |
| Used to have to re-up, now I got my bag |
| Fuck what any haters say bitch I’m in my bag |
| Knock him stone cold then I take his bitch for takeout |
| Rocking stone, looking gorgeous everyday now |
| Never taking L’s cash rules everything around me, yeah |
| I don’t need a pill to fit in my surroundings, yeah |
| Mick brought the water, sip that in the club yeah |
| Money trees, bad bitches, more love yeah |
| Throwing bands like a quarterback |
| Switch hoes like clothes, leave 'em in the past |
| I ain’t got a lot of time to waste with these motherfuckers |
| You want in my space or you slow my pace, two face |
| I might have to pull it off the waist in this motherfucker |
| Get to spraying like it’s mace, yeah |
| I ain’t got a lot of time to waste with these motherfuckers |
| You want in my space or you slow my pace, two face |
| I might have to pull it off the waist in this motherfucker |
| Get to spraying like it’s mace |