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rich homie quan - i fck wit you girl lyrics

hook:
my back is broke, …
n-body can’t judge me girl i want
judge you neither (uh uh)
i love yo smell (yo style)
hotter than a fever(burning up baby)
you different from others (you are)
i love yo demeanor!
you took me back time after time
even though i cheated
that’s why f-ck with you girl,
i f-ck with you, girl
i f-ck with you, i f-ck with you
i f-ck with you, girl
i f-ck with you, like you f-ck with me
i show love to you, like you show love to me
and she always come back home
cause i’m her backbone i f-ck with you girl

i just want to apologize to all the good girls i done hurt
know wat im saying?
i got a heart too man, so i hope you find
it in yo heart to forgive me, u feel me?

i talk about jail a lot cause that made me a man
tried yo best just to hold me down, i know you did what you can!
pops always told me never depend on another man hand
he say she say never listen to what another man saying.
but i f-ck with you girl, thinking about putting a baby in ya
then later on move in with you girl
and ask that name he talked about
tell that n-gg- what you really want to do, girl,
take you on that shopping spree spend ten thousand
that’s just some tennis shoes, girl
f-ck, all this, all for you girl

hook:
but you still can’t can’t judge me, girl
i want judge you neither (uh uh)
i love yo smell (yo style)
hotter than a fever(burning up baby)
you different from others (you are)
i love yo demeanor!
you took me back time after time
even though i cheated
that’s why f-ck with you girl,
i f-ck with you, girl
i f-ck with you, i f-ck with you
i f-ck with you, girl
i f-ck with you, like you f-ck with me
i show love to you, like you show love to me
and she always come back home
cause i’m her backbone i f-ck with you girl

the next night we was on the phone
you stayed up that ain’t nothing new!
me creeping on ya, me sneaking on ya
me cheating on ya, ain’t noting new!
if i f-cked up you come to
if you expect me cheating you run through
my text messages, and my call logs
if you don’t believe me, you gone call me dawg.
that ain’t fair at all i’m in a galleria
i’ll tear it down her deep throat
want a powerball (suck it baby)
them girls want that x call it malcolm
defensive end i’mma tackle
i’m rushing in get my sack up
no green bay, but i’mma cheese head when that pack come
when that pack come these n-gg-s don’t know how to act, bro
smile in yo face, but they gone talk behind yo back, bro
i don’t care where you at u better know how to adapt boy
cause you sold a couple ounces that don’t mean you a trap boy
you can suck my d-ck but you can’t judge me girl

- rich homie quan lyrics

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