Gucci Mane - Can't Trust Her lyrics
Ooh, ooh [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Can't love her, can't trust her (f** 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'm a k** 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 [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Drop, Phantom, [?], 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 b**hes too sponsored links All my guns come with extensions Girl who the f** 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 f**in' 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 shoe shines you lie too My ride or die b**h she gone and I miss my boo I ride by you in the coupe f** I miss my roof [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Can't love her, can't trust her (f** 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'm a k** 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 [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] Who? Rich Homie baby First of all, I can't trust no woman So baby leave, all my b**hes Take off like Bessy Coleman b**h you freakin', n***as ain't speakin' Let them know this Them n***as leachin', give me back All my sh** you owe me That trigger squeezin', shootin' At all these motherf**ers Breakin' on polices, f** dinner trays Got three covers Straight out them trenches Me and my n***a 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 binges (Rich Homie) Two shots and I'm in 'em [Hook: Rich Homie Quan] Can't love her, can't trust her (f** 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'm a k** 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