She Don’t Love U

Lyrics

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan] Hey, Spectacular I might as well just go ahead and just spit 'tacular shit, bro OG two-timer, you ready? You know why I'm here Rich Homie, nigga! [Chorus: 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, she don't love you, no She be sippin' Hennessy 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 pussy jumping like the gym Whipped it out, had to see what that mouth 'bout Say I'm crazy 'cause I'm really what I 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 Once Spec get your bitch, you call game over [Chorus: 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, she don't love you, no She be sippin' Hennessy 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 had enough She don't even go out in public with you without acting up Got a little money up out her, trying to get lots more Whisper in her ear and she say I took heart like fox fur 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 Yeah You know, I go by R H Q Turn up! [Chorus: 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, she don't love you, no She be sippin' Hennessy 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 spazzing, it's probably behind a clit Cocoa butter cheddar, them niggas know how I get She say she love me when she send me all my shit Stay at the crib with phone ringing, I don't ask a question Her nigga mad and she ain't asking, guess he learned his lesson And she want a real nigga that is never stressing She ain't table-hopping, got her own money, bottle popping She need a nigga to tell her ass the real That fuck her inside the truck while I'm staying, oh well Flip, I break it down for them, she only talk about the shit that she love And it's never about what she hate [Chorus: 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, she don't love you, no She be sippin' Hennessy 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