lirik lagu merky ace – cant be trusted
[verse 1]
me and my backstreet boys in sync
don’t act fly, get your jaw busted
move too fast you’ll miss it if you blink
slip? not round here, can’t be trusted
link in park, shoot shoot
’til it’s done and dusted or dip like dijon mustard
kitchen light with the scales and cl~sters
brixton bas~m~nt, grade and rustlers
hit east end with the punters
jezzy at carni, giving her my number
big dot dot with the pump piece under
sh~lls dump out by my shoulder, jumper
doctor’s been in the job for 10 years plus
still see the wounds and say ay caramba!
appeals on the news with a free phone number
[chorus]
must can hold about three when the three wheel off
man try [?], he try duck thеse shots
what you gonna say?
what you gonna do?
you’re the typе of guy to get shoved in the face and say ‘leave me alone, i’m not in the mood’
blud i wouldn’t have that if i was ~
i could never be ~
come too close get 10 of these wounds
real badman don’t ever need goons
but my friendem move devilish too
and i can’t bring them certain places
if it kicks off i’m ‘fending it too
now man’s smacking up youts
don’t even know why i’m smacking up youts
don’t even care why i’m smacking up youts
i never liked this place anyway
[verse 2]
take note
i ain’t inna no lol jokes
i make blood spill and i sell oats
5 0 can’t have me on ropes
i’ve been living it large by the pier
playing arcade games by the coast
by the seaside skimming up stones
my high score was 6
grandad hat and a polo shirt
chino, boat shoes, clear glasses
like fit birds with big ~rs~s
can’t trust her so my name’s francis
so we’ll go there at 6:15
dig it out bum by half past 6
still rep hill ’til im dead and buried
but don’t ask me where my darg is
still tryna turn opp boys carcass
d~ck in the dirt
rip up his shirt
internet warriors type on the qwert
man screech and burst
third parties tryna preach with words
still bruck 28 four times over
and another 14
why? cah that’s an ace serve
if i joob joob joob man’s chest it will look like a tennis racket
can you hack it?
on the frontline with tim henman in baggies
cat said yours is shabby
don’t hate me, hate poppy
says he wants buj, he got chocolate coffee
in a t house with toffee
should’ve been red carpet at the mobos
should’ve been red carpet at the brits
instead i was spoon cutting this slab
weren’t 36 so i won’t say brick
put it on the scales and then i did a dab
but more time i don’t even like that dance
dig a french ting when i went france
man jump fences, slide on cars
when i turn corners in black mask
if it’s loose ima tie up them ends
sweet boy tryna turn on girls
with this wap tryna turn off men
i was smoke, he must know about blem
didn’t say a joke like lenny hen
until you come home to a dead big brother
couldn’t see you so we got him then
[chorus]
must can hold about three when the three wheel off
man try [?], he try duck these shots
what you gonna say?
what you gonna do?
you’re the type of guy to get shoved in the face and say ‘leave me alone, i’m not in the mood’
blud i wouldn’t have that if i was ~
i could never be ~
come too close get 10 of these wounds
real badman don’t ever need goons
but my friendem move devilish too
and i can’t bring them certain places
if it kicks off i’m ‘fending it too
now man’s smacking up youts
don’t even know why i’m smacking up youts
don’t even care why i’m smacking up youts
i never liked this place anyway
[verse 3]
i don’t wanna do no tunes with you but pay me and i might feature
you ain’t ever moved no food
you’ve just got a phone with basic features
and you don’t even know that smell
you just thought next door was smoking shisha
nightmare if you use a fan to dry it
just stick it in the fridge~freezer
feds in a jeep with binoculars can’t find me cause i’m off of this
sipping cokctails by the seaside with a fake moustache
13’s mocking it
on a race moving like fugitive
cause i’m ’bout them 3 bands like future is
babylon can’t tell me what my future is
by the farm, sheeps and cows man’s cooling with
i don’t wanna view a pig kick down doors
don’t ask man who it is
need a phillip screwdriver for my headtop
in other words i’m saying i’m a lunatic
out the front door before feds is booming it
jump the fence, now i’m in the alleyway cutting
mo farah can’t tell me nuttin
molten lava when the shots was bussing
[chorus]
must can hold about three when the three wheel off
man try [?], he try duck these shots
what you gonna say?
what you gonna do?
you’re the type of guy to get shoved in the face and say ‘leave me alone, i’m not in the mood’
blud i wouldn’t have that if i was ~
i could never be ~
come too close get 10 of these wounds
real badman don’t ever need goons
but my friendem move devilish too
and i can’t bring them certain places
if it kicks off i’m ‘fending it too
now man’s smacking up youts
don’t even know why i’m smacking up youts
don’t even care why i’m smacking up youts
i never liked this place anyway
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