Don't Trust Her

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Yeah I know you love her, yeah-yeah I know you love her but

Yeah I know you love her but you bet' not trust her

Yeah I know you love her, yeah-yeah I know you love her but

Yeah I know you love her but you bet' not trust her

Yeah-yeah I know you love her, yeah-yeah I know you love her but

Yeah I know you love her but you bet' not trust her

Yeah I know you love her, yeah-yeah I know you love her but

Yeah I know you love her but you bet' not trust her

[Verse 1: Ludacris]

Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah I know you love her, but you bet' not trust her

Better put your bitch in handcuffs, 'cause a nigga named Ludacris might just bus' her

Bus' her wide open, bus' her bus' her wide open

I beat that pussy purple, like that stuff that I am smoking

Get a dose of the purple potion, three wheel motion, toastin', cup to the sky

They say it's not the size of the boat, but the motion in the ocean, I say bitch you's a lie

When I insert, I'll have you gone

Make you leave your man alone

Having you begging me to take a picture on your camera phone

And it's on, it's out of sight

Shots of Patrone, another night

Face down, ass up

Throw it back, get it right

And you be Captain Save Her, constantly just cakin' her

I test her with my number two pencil then I'm erasin' her, HA!

I tried to tell you not to trust her, dawg

I work her out, 'specially when Luda flex his muscle, dawg

I guess what I'm tryna say

I know you love her, man

But every night my private dick goes undercover, man

Luda!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Yeah I know you love her, yeah-yeah I know you love her but

Yeah I know you love her but you bet' not trust her

Yeah I know you love her, yeah-yeah I know you love her but

Yeah I know you love her but you bet' not trust her

Yeah-yeah I know you love her, yeah-yeah I know you love her but

Yeah I know you love her but you bet' not trust her

Yeah I know you love her, yeah-yeah I know you love her but

Yeah I know you love her but you bet' not trust her

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Uh, uh, Gucci an' Luda throwin' up, uh

And I know her but I still don't trust her

Tell me how you love her, uh

Damn your girlfriend suck it good

Best head in the neighborhood, my hood to your neighborhood

Ice game president, sex gang excellent

Slipped up, got drunk and brang it on X an' gin [?]

If my hoes thorough[?]

Hi ho, bye ho, see ya ass later, come back tomorrow

I ain't trust hoes then, and I don't trust hoes now

Let me dim the lights, uh uh

She's your girlfriend, but she's cool to fuck

Rollin' up weed, smoking on pounds

Got her on a pill, yeah, she rollin' right now

Movie real loud[?] coochie real loud

Jewelry on loud, then turn that shit down

Gucci!