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rich homie quan - i fuck wit you girl lyrics

[intro]
izze the producer
hey, big time
ooh, one
with my back against the rope
who am i to call?
n0body

[chorus]
can’t judge me girl (nah)
i won’t 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, yeah
even though i cheated
that’s why i f-ck with you girl (hey)
i f-ck with you girl (hey, i do)
i f-ck with you, i f-ck with you (hey, hey)
i f-ck with you girl (hey)
i say, i f-ck with you like you f-ck with me (hey)
i show love to you, like you show love to me (hey)
and she always come back home (she do)
’cause i’m her backbone
i f-ck with you girl

[interlude]
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
right now
to all the good girls i done hurt with
know what i’m saying?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i got a heart too, man
so i hope you find it in your heart to forgive me
(yeah)
you feel me?
(yeah)

[verse 1]
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
pop’s always told me
never depend on another man hand
he say, she say
never listen to what another man sayin’
but i f-ck with you girl
thinking ’bout putting a baby in you
then later on just might move with you girl
and ask that name he talking ’bout
tell that n-gga what you really want to do girl
take you on that shoppin’ spree spend 10 thousand
that’s just some tennis shoes
girl, f-ck huh, this all for you girl
but you still

[verse 2]
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 nothing new
if i f-cked up, you come through (come through)
if you expect me cheating, you run through (run through)
my text messages, and my call logs
if you don’t believe me you gone call my dawg
that ain’t fair at all (nah) i’m in a galleria
i’ll tear it down her deep throat (tear down)
want a powerball (suck it, baby)
them girls want that x, call it malcolm (turn up)
defensive end i’ma tackle (i’ma tackle)
i’m rushing in, get my sack up (get money)
no green bay but i’ma cheesehead when that pack come
when that pack come these n-ggas don’t know how to act bruh
smile in yo face, but they gone talk behind yo back bruh
i don’t care where you at you better know how to adapt boi
’cause you sold a couple ounces that don’t mean you a trap boy
you can suck my d-ck but you

[outro]
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i f-ck with you like it mean a thing, baby, yeah
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i f-ck with you, i f-ck with you girl
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i f-ck with you, i f-ck with you like it mean a thing, baby
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i f-ck with you, i f-ck with you girl
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i, i f-ck with you, i f-ck with you girl (eh, hey)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i f-ck with you, i f-ck with you, girl (uh, uh)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i f-ck with you, i f-ck with you, girl (eh, hey)
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i f-ck with you, i f-ck with you, girl
can’t judge me girl
i won’t judge you neither
i love yo smell (yo style)
hotter than a fever
you different from others
i love yo demeanor
you took me back time after time, yeah
even though i cheated
that’s why i f-ck with you girl

- rich homie quan lyrics

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