Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cant Trust Her, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 20.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cant Trust Her |
| Sign that, thanks for stealin' I’m a kill 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 |
| 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 bitches too |
| All my guns come with extensions |
| Girl who the fuck 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 fuckin' 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 bitch she gone and I miss my boo |
| I ride by you in the coupe fuck I miss my roof |
| Can’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’m a kill 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 |
| Who? |
| Rich Homie baby |
| First of all, I can’t trust no woman |
| So baby leave, all my bitches |
| Take off like Bessy Coleman |
| Bitch you freakin', niggas ain’t speakin' |
| Let them know this |
| Them niggas leachin', give me back |
| All my shit you owe me |
| That trigger squeezin', shootin' |
| At all these motherfuckers |
| Breakin' on polices, fuck dinner trays |
| Got three covers |
| Straight out them trenches |
| Me and my nigga 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 |
| Can’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’m a kill 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 |