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gucci mane - can't trust her lyrics

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[chorus: rich homie quan]
can’t love her, can’t trust her (f-ck that ho)
i swear that i can’t put no one above her (what)
that money (money), what we live for (gettin’ it)
find out, that she stealin’ i’mma k!ll her
swear i can’t love her, can’t trust her
i’d be a d-mn fool just to cuff her
can’t love her, can’t trust her
can’t love her, can’t trust her

[verse 1: gucci mane]
drop, phantom, camera, rolls
tripped her out her pantyhose
she heard gucci mane’s a dog (woof)
you know the way i handle hoes
all my hoes got b-tches too
all my guns come with extensions
girl who the f-ck 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 is still guwop cologne
i smell like five pounds of strong
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 f-ckin’ 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 b-tch she gone and i miss my boo
i ride by you in the coupe f-ck i miss my roof

[verse 2: rich homie quan]
who? rich homie baby
first of all, i can’t trust no woman
so baby leave, all my b-tches
take off like bessie coleman
b-tch you freakin’, n-ggas ain’t speakin’
let them know this
them n-ggas leachin’, give me back
all my sh-t you owe me
that trigger squeezin’, shootin’
at all these motherf-ckers
breakin’ on polices, f-ck dinner trays
got three covers
straight out them trenches
me and my n-gga 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

- gucci mane lyrics

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