| Yeah I don’t trust her,
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| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust
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| Yeah I don’t trust her,
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| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust
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| Yeah I don’t trust her,
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| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust
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| Yeah I don’t trust her,
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| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust
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| Yeah I don’t trust her,
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| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust
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| Yeah I know you love her, but you better not trust her
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| Better put your bitch in handcuffs, cause a nigga named Ludacris might just bus
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| her
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| Bus her wide open, bus her bus her wide open
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| I beat that pussy purple, like that stuff that I am smoking
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| purple potion, motion
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| They say it’s not the size of the boat, but the motion in the ocean,
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| I say bitch you’s a lie
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| When I insert, I’ll have you gone
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| Make you leave your man alone
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| Having you, a picture on your camera phone
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| And it’s on, it’s out of site
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| Shots of Patrone, another night
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| Face down, ass up
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| Throw it back, get it right
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| And you be Captain Save Her now, constantly just
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| I her with my number two,
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| I tried to tell you not to trust her, dawg
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| I work her out, specially when Luda flex his muscle, dawg
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| I guess what I’m tryna say
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| I know you love her, man
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| But every night my private goes undercover, man
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| Luda!
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| Yeah I don’t trust her,
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| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust
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| Yeah I don’t trust her,
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| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust
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| Yeah I don’t trust her,
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| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust
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| Yeah I don’t trust her,
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| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust
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| Yeah I don’t trust her,
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| Yeah I don’t trust her, she trust
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| Gucci Luda throwing up
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| And I know her but still don’t
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| you love her
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| Damb your girlfriend
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| my hood to your neighborhood
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| Ice game, 6 gang exalence
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| Slipped though, got drunk and bring
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| I don’t trust hoes then, and I don’t trust hoes now
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| the lights
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| She your girlfriend, but she
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| On the weed, smoking on pounds
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| right now |