Don't 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 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
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!
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
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!