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Trap Type Beat (Gucci Mane - Trap House 3)
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Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
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Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
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Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Автор песен
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Lex Luger
Lex Luger
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Ooh, ooh Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that hoe) I swear that I can't put no one above her (what) That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it) Find out that she stealin' Imma 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, camera, rolls Tripped her out her pantyhose 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 Hoe stick to me just like cologne Kush, we still go off that strong I smell like five pounds of strong 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 I ain't with all that 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 shoes changed you'd 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 hoe) I swear that I can't put no one above her (what) That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it) Find out that she stealin' Imma 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, 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 benji's (Rich Homie) Two shots and I'm in 'em Can't love her, can't trust her (fuck that hoe) I swear that I can't put no one above her (what) That money (money), what we live for (gettin' it) Find out that she stealin' Imma 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
Writer(s): Lexus Lewis, Radric Delantic Davis, Dequantes Devontay Lamar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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