Rich Homie Quan - She Don't Love U lyrics

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan] Hey, Spectacular I might as well just go ahead and just spit 'tacular sh**, bro OG two timer, you ready? You know why I'm here Rich Homie, n***a! [Hook: Tory Lanez] You want all of her, she got all of you All the things on the low, do her thing on the low She don't love you, no, she don't love you, no She don't love you, no, he don't love you, no She be sending everything on the freeway On the creep with her freak friends On the three, on the three-way I can see, I can, yeah, she don't love you [Verse 1: Spectacular] Late night, little mama hit my phone up FaceTiming, said she wanna talk grown up So I slid to the crib, 5 AM Thirty minutes later, had the p**y jumping like the gym Whipped it out, had to see what that mouth 'bout Say I'm crazy 'cause I'm really what I'd rap 'bout, 'bout Tongue flicking all over Hit the G-spot, had her busting all over and over Had her cumming all over Give her nothing but the tip when she bent over Terminator in that thing when I ain't sober One Spec get your b**h, you call game over [Hook: Tory Lanez] You want all of her, she got all of you All the things on the low, do her thing on the low She don't love you, no, she don't love you, no She don't love you, no, he don't love you, no She be sending everything on the freeway On the creep with her freak friends On the three, on the three-way I can see, I can, yeah, she don't love you [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] She don't love nothing about you She don't even go out in public with you Got her [?] up out her, trying to get lot smart [?] and she say I took [?] She don't love nothing about you She don't want nothing about you I do anything just to make sure shawty straight I do anything just to make sure we don't break up I got too much invested, just me and her She probably wanna leave, but I ain't giving up Condom on, now, babies, girl, I can't give them up No, I can't give them up, no, I can't give them up You know, I go by R H Q Turn up! [Hook: Tory Lanez] You want all of her, she got all of you All the things on the low, do her thing on the low She don't love you, no, she don't love you, no She don't love you, no, he don't love you, no She be sending everything on the freeway On the creep with her freak friends On the three, on the three-way I can see, I can, yeah, she don't love you [Verse 3: Compton Menace] I see I'm tripping, it's probably behind a text I'm always [?], it's probably behind a clit Cocoa bu*ter cheddar, them n***as know how I get She say she love me when she send me all my sh** Stay at the crib with phone ringing, I don't ask a question Her n***a mad and she ain't asking, guess he learned his lesson And she want a real n***a that is never stressing She ain't table-hopping, got her own money, bottle popping She need a n***a to tell her a** the real That f** her inside the truck while I'm staying, oh well Flip, I break it down for them, she only talk about the sh** that she love And it's never about what she hate [Hook: Tory Lanez] You want all of her, she got all of you All the things on the low, do her thing on the low She don't love you, no, she don't love you, no She don't love you, no, he don't love you, no She be sending everything on the freeway On the creep with her freak friends On the three, on the three-way I can see, I can, yeah, she don't love you