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• Artiste: Gucci Mane
• Titre: Can't Trust Her
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Ooh, ooh Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho) I swear that I can't put no one above her (what) That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it) Sign that, thanks for stealin' I'mma kill her Swear I can't love her, can't trust her I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her Can't love her, can't trust her Can't love her, can't trust her Drop, Phantom, camera, Rolls Tripped her out her panty hose She heard Gucci Mane's a dog (woof) You know the way I handle hoes All my hoes got bitches too All my guns come with extensions Girl who the fuck you talkin' to? Better watch your tone and get out my business She always home I'm always gone Ho stick to me just like cologne Kush, we still go off that strong I smell like five pounds of ??? She won't believe me, she won't believe me She don't believe me, she don't believe me G-G-Gucci Mane be real and flexin' I can buy thirty five SS's She call my phone I hit decline And I ain't fine with fuckin' textin' Cold dirty world you better wear your boots You know it's hurtin' me to hurt you it hurts me too I know I got a cold heart but baby not about you I know I lie but if the shoes changed you'd lie too My ride or die bitch she gone and I miss my boo I ride by you in the coupe fuck I miss my roof Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho) I swear that I can't put no one above her (what) That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it) Sign that, thanks for stealin' I'mma kill her Swear I can't love her, can't trust her I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her Can't love her, can't trust her Can't love her, can't trust her Who? Rich Homie baby First of all, I can't trust no woman So baby leave, all my bitches Take off like Bessy Coleman Bitch you freakin', niggas ain't speakin' Let them know this Them niggas leachin', give me back All my shit you owe me That trigger squeezin', shootin' At all these motherfuckers Breakin' on polices, fuck dinner trays Got three covers Straight out them trenches Me and my nigga workin' double He love them millions Know what the crazy thing is? I hate I love 'em (I do) Oh, me and Guwop straight up East Atlanta with it Word around town? (What's that?) Your new drop rented (I know) I got loose knots in my denim (yeah) And a shoe box full of benji's (Rich Homie) Two shots and I'm in 'em Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that ho) I swear that I can't put no one above her (what) That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it) Sign that, thanks for stealin' I'mma kill her Swear I can't love her, can't trust her I'd be a damn fool just to cuff her Can't love her, can't trust her Can't love her, can't trust her