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Ooh, oohCan't love her, can't trust her (fuck 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'mma kill herSwear I can't love her, can't trust herI'd be a damn fool just to cuff herCan't love her, can't trust herCan't love her, can't trust herDrop, Phantom, camera, RollsTripped her out her panty hoseShe heard Gucci Mane's a dog (woof)You know the way I handle hoesAll my hoes got bitches tooAll my guns come with extensionsGirl who the fuck you talkin' to?Better watch your tone and get out my businessShe always home I'm always goneHo stick to me just like cologneKush, we still go off that strongI smell like five pounds of ???She won't believe me, she won't believe meShe don't believe me, she don't believe meG-G-Gucci Mane be real and flexin'Letras de cancionesI can buy thirty five SS'sShe call my phone I hit declineAnd I ain't fine with fuckin' textin'Cold dirty world you better wear your bootsYou know it's hurtin' me to hurt you it hurts me tooI know I got a cold heart but baby not about youI know I lie but if the shoes changed you'd lie tooMy ride or die bitch she gone and I miss my booI ride by you in the coupe fuck I miss my roofCan't love her, can't trust her (fuck 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'mma kill herSwear I can't love her, can't trust herI'd be a damn fool just to cuff herCan't love her, can't trust herCan't love her, can't trust herWho? Rich Homie babyFirst of all, I can't trust no womanSo baby leave, all my bitchesTake off like Bessy ColemanBitch you freakin', niggas ain't speakin'Let them know thisThem niggas leachin', give me backAll my shit you owe meThat trigger squeezin', shootin'At all these motherfuckersBreakin' on polices, fuck dinner traysGot three coversStraight out them trenchesMe and my nigga workin' doubleHe love them millionsKnow what the crazy thing is?I hate I love 'em (I do)Oh, me and Guwop straight up East Atlanta with itWord 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 'emCan't love her, can't trust her (fuck 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'mma kill herSwear I can't love her, can't trust herI'd be a damn fool just to cuff herCan't love her, can't trust herCan't love her, can't trust her From Letras Mania