Mick Jenkins, LUCKI, Lofsky - Trust Nobody lyrics
LUCKI [Lucki Camel Jr.] Chicago, Illinois. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Mick Jenkins, LUCKI, Lofsky - Trust Nobody lyrics]
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
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