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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 Ye-ye-ye-yeah I know you love her, but you bet' not trust her (trust her) Better put your bitch in handcuffs 'Cause a nigga named Ludacris might just bus' her (bus' her) Bus' her wide open, bus' her bus' her wide open (yeah) I beat that pussy purple, like that stuff that I am smoking (smoking) Get a dose of the purple potion, three wheel motion, toastin', cup to the sky (yeah) 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 (gone) Make you leave your man alone (',lone) Having you begging me to take a picture on your camera phone (whoo) And it's on, it's out of sight (yeah) Shots of Patrone, another night (yeah) 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 (hahaha) I tried to tell you not to trust her, dawg (no) I work her out, 'specially when Luda flex his muscle, dawg (yeah) I guess what I'm tryna say (what's that? I know you love her, man But every night my private dick goes undercover, man, whoo (hahaha, Luda!) 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 Uh, uh, Gucci an' Luda throwin' up, uh And I know her but I still don't trust her Tell me how you love her? Uh Damn your girlfriend suck it good (uh, uh) Best head in the neighborhood, my hood to your neighborhood (uh, uh, uh, uh) Ice game president, sex gang excellent Slipped up, got drunk and brang it on X an' gin She said my hoes thorough Hi ho, bye ho, see ya ass later, come back tomorrow I ain't trust hoes then, and I don't trust hoes now Let me dim the lights, uh uh, uh She's your girlfriend, but she's cool to fuck (fuck) Rollin' up weed, smoking on pounds Got her on a pill, yeah, she rollin' right now Movie real loud (loud), coochie real loud (loud) Jewelry on loud (loud), then turn that shit down (loud) Gucci!
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