Neva Trust A Soul

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Radric Devonte Davis (born February 12, 1980) better known by his stage name Gucci Mane, is an American rapper. He debuted in 2005 with Trap House followed by Hard to Kill in 2006, Trap-A-Thon and Back to the Trap House in 2007. In 2009, his second studio album The State vs. Radric Davis was released, and The Appeal: Georgia's Most Wanted was released in 2010, and is his highest charting album so far. Gucci Mane has released many other mixtapes and independent albums as well. more »

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Ho
It's the mob, nigga (SpiffoMadeIt, bitch)

I remember when my mama told me, "Never trust a soul"
I was bold, trustin' them f*ck niggas made my heart so cold
I was slimin' niggas out, they called me Mr. Wipe-his-nose (slime, slime, wipe)
I wasn't tryna tell no folk, bitch, I was out there kickin' doors (no, ooh)
I know God say you shouldn't 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 (ay, Enchanting)

I'm sendin' shots at all my opps (baow)
Bitch, come on, pull up, get popped
Can't keep countin' the bites I drop
Stolen car, new tag get swapped (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
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?
Spent thirty on Cubans to water my neck (yeah)
I want baguettes, I don't get no sex
Just want the head, I don't need no stress (no)
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 f*ck niggas made my heart so cold
I was slimin' niggas out, they called me Mr. Wipe-his-nose (slime, slime, wipe)
I wasn't tryna tell no folk, bitch, I was out there kickin' doors (no, ooh)
I know God say you shouldn't 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' (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 f*ck nigga, he crossed me
now I'm savage with the ratchet
I'll kill a nigga, yeah, before my family

I remember when my mama told me, "Never trust a soul"
I was bold, trustin' them f*ck niggas made my heart so cold
I was slimin' niggas out, they called me Mr. Wipe-his-nose (slime, slime, wipe)
I wasn't tryna tell no folk, bitch, I was out there kickin' doors (no, ooh)
I know God say you shouldn't 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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