Smooky MarGielaa - Cannot Trust A Soul lyrics
[Smooky MarGielaa - Cannot Trust A Soul lyrics]
Oh, ay, oh yea d Mac on the fucking track
I’m on my own go do what you wanna, oh
New mansion in the hills, with my brothers
I cannot trust a soul
You know I came from the gutter
I gave you everything you need and
Then you left to another
I’m on my own go do what you wanna, oh
When I leave the house
Count green with my g tucked
Make sure I bling
Double cup filled with lean
Double C’ed up, a drip king
Bitch can’t you see, Lambo speed up
I don’t got time for talking
So stop stalking
Two tone rollie and a chain
Bought some diamond brass knuckles
Please don’t say the wrong thing
(wrong thing) had to go my own way (own way)
You wasn’t moving right
Hopped in a ‘Rari and switched lanes
Everyday I wake up to a check
Brand new rolliе, put some ice up on my neck
Young and wild and rеckless they say
Smooky got no type respect
I don’t give a fuck just don’t
Be playing with the set
Cruising through the city
It’s always Margiela when I step
No you can’t get close to me
I can’t not forget when niggas slept
Swear she be fiending for me
I don’t want no parts you my ex
She never ever met a real
Rich nigga with that bread
New mansion in the hills with my brothers
I cannot trust a soul
You know I came from the gutter
I gave you everything you need and
Then you left to another
I’m on my own go do what you wanna, oh
When I leave the house count
Green with my g tucked make sure I bling
Double cup filled with lean
Double C’ed up, a drip king
Bitch can’t you see, Lambo speed up
I don’t got time for talking
So stop stalking
I’m on my own go do what you wanna, oh
New mansion in the hills, with my brothers
I cannot trust a soul
You know I came from the gutter
I gave you everything you need and
Then you left to another
I’m on my own go do what you wanna, oh
When I leave the house
Count green with my g tucked
Make sure I bling
Double cup filled with lean
Double C’ed up, a drip king
Bitch can’t you see, Lambo speed up
I don’t got time for talking
So stop stalking
Two tone rollie and a chain
Bought some diamond brass knuckles
Please don’t say the wrong thing
(wrong thing) had to go my own way (own way)
You wasn’t moving right
Hopped in a ‘Rari and switched lanes
Everyday I wake up to a check
Brand new rolliе, put some ice up on my neck
Young and wild and rеckless they say
Smooky got no type respect
I don’t give a fuck just don’t
Be playing with the set
Cruising through the city
It’s always Margiela when I step
No you can’t get close to me
I can’t not forget when niggas slept
Swear she be fiending for me
I don’t want no parts you my ex
She never ever met a real
Rich nigga with that bread
New mansion in the hills with my brothers
I cannot trust a soul
You know I came from the gutter
I gave you everything you need and
Then you left to another
I’m on my own go do what you wanna, oh
When I leave the house count
Green with my g tucked make sure I bling
Double cup filled with lean
Double C’ed up, a drip king
Bitch can’t you see, Lambo speed up
I don’t got time for talking
So stop stalking