Don’t Trust Her Gucci Mane (Ft. Ludacris)

[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 pussy 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!