[Rich Homie Quan:]
Nobody can judge me girl I won't
Judge you neither (uh uh)
I love yo smell (yo style)
Hotter then a feaver (burning up baby)
You diffrent from others (you are)
I love yo demeanor
You took me back time after time
Even tho 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
[Quan:]
I just want to apologize to all the good girls I done hurt
Know what I'm saying? I got a heart too man, so I hope you find
It in your heart to forgive me, you feel me?
I talk about jail alot cause that made me a man
Try'd yo best just to hold me down
I know you did wat you can
Pop's always told me never depend on another man hand
He say she say never listen to wat another man sayin
But I f*ck with you girll, thinking bout putting a baby in ya then later on move in with you girl
And ask that name he talm bout tell that nigga wat you really want
To do girl, take you on that shoppin spree spend 10 thousand
That's just some tennis shoes girl. f*ck ha this all for you girl
But you still can't
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 beleive me you gone call my 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'm a tackle
I'm rushing in get my sack up, no green bay but I'm a cheesehead when that pack come
When that pack come these niggas 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 u better know how to adapt boi
Cause you sold a couple ounces that don't mean you a trap boy, you can suck my dick but you can't judge me girl
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[Rich Homie Quan:]
Nobody can judge me girl I won't
Judge you neither (uh uh)
I love yo smell (yo style)
Hotter then a feaver (burning up baby)
You diffrent from others (you are)
I love yo demeanor
You took me back time after time
Even tho 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
[Quan:]
I just want to apologize to all the good girls I done hurt
Know what I'm saying? I got a heart too man, so I hope you find
It in your heart to forgive me, you feel me?
I talk about jail alot cause that made me a man
Try'd yo best just to hold me down
I know you did wat you can
Pop's always told me never depend on another man hand
He say she say never listen to wat another man sayin
But I f*ck with you girll, thinking bout putting a baby in ya then later on move in with you girl
And ask that name he talm bout tell that nigga wat you really want
To do girl, take you on that shoppin spree spend 10 thousand
That's just some tennis shoes girl. f*ck ha this all for you girl
But you still can't
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 beleive me you gone call my 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'm a tackle
I'm rushing in get my sack up, no green bay but I'm a cheesehead when that pack come
When that pack come these niggas 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 u better know how to adapt boi
Cause you sold a couple ounces that don't mean you a trap boy, you can suck my dick but you can't judge me girl
Nobody can judge me girl I won't
Judge you neither (uh uh)
I love yo smell (yo style)
Hotter then a feaver (burning up baby)
You diffrent from others (you are)
I love yo demeanor
You took me back time after time
Even tho 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
[Quan:]
I just want to apologize to all the good girls I done hurt
Know what I'm saying? I got a heart too man, so I hope you find
It in your heart to forgive me, you feel me?
I talk about jail alot cause that made me a man
Try'd yo best just to hold me down
I know you did wat you can
Pop's always told me never depend on another man hand
He say she say never listen to wat another man sayin
But I f*ck with you girll, thinking bout putting a baby in ya then later on move in with you girl
And ask that name he talm bout tell that nigga wat you really want
To do girl, take you on that shoppin spree spend 10 thousand
That's just some tennis shoes girl. f*ck ha this all for you girl
But you still can't
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 beleive me you gone call my 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'm a tackle
I'm rushing in get my sack up, no green bay but I'm a cheesehead when that pack come
When that pack come these niggas 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 u better know how to adapt boi
Cause you sold a couple ounces that don't mean you a trap boy, you can suck my dick but you can't judge me girl
