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gucci mane & sexyy red - you don’t love me lyrics

[intro: gucci mane]
(go grizz)
(b100) huh?

[verse 1: gucci mane]
in my benz, behind tint
with my fake lil’ small lil’ b+tch
got a project b+tch that used to ride marta
my fake lil’ hard lil’ b+tch (huh?)
i’m the sh+t, you know i’m the sh+t
i’m still a walkin’ l!ck (walkin’)
and i be smarter than robin, i’m a truck
then try to go against this sh+t (true)
got this b+tch from texas, swear she flexin’
she can’t even take no d+ck
got some country over in tennessee
my thick lil’ white lil’ sh+t (lil’ white, yeah)
and since ’06 i been runnin’ this sh+t
n+gga, i invented this sh+t
if my b+tch come ask for money
no worries, i got plenty this sh+t (brr)

[pre+chorus: gucci mane]
i met this girlie s+xyy, i let her in my coupe (huh?)
i know she not no groupie, she said she from the loop (go)
she flexed on me with bands, but look, i get money too
act like you in the band then come blow me like a flute
[chorus: gucci mane & s+xyy red]
i think i love her
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
i think i love her (huh?)
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
i know i love her (uh)
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
i know i love her (wow)
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
i think i love her (it’s s+xyy)

[verse 2: s+xyy red & gucci mane]
well, my name is nae nae, but these n+ggas call me s+xyy (mwah)
finesse a n+gga out his real money if he let me (brr+brr)
i turn these n+ggas out, they let me trap out they house (uh, uh, uh)
i got some hoes from the 6 and whatever they say they ’bout (on blood)
fine+ass b+tch from st. louis look like some candy (what, what, what?)
d+gg+n’ n+ggas out, i know i get that from my daddy (hah)
he think that we in love ’cause i let him meet my family (uh, uh)
told him, “if you love me, n+gga, chunk it up, all y’all great” (i’m s+xyy, i think i love her)
i met this n+gga named gucci, i like him, he get money (brr+brr)
i know he got them hoes (huh, uh), so i don’t trust him for nothin’ (h+ll nah)
me and him be thuggin’ (huh?), matchin’ cars, we be stunnin’ (yoom)
but he’s only good for givin’ me money and some f+ckin’ (yeah)
[chorus: gucci mane & s+xyy red]
i think i love her (huh?)
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me (what the f+ck?)
i think i love her (wow)
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
i know i love her (the h+ll?)
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
i know i love her
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
n+gga, you don’t f+ck with me
i think i love her

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