Ludacris Don't Trust Her Lyrics

[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 p*ssy 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 f*ck
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!