She Don't Love U - Spectacular, Tory Lanez, Rich Homie Quan

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!

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

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’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 bitch, you call game over

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

She don’t love nothing about you

She don’t even go out in public with you

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

You know, I go by R H Q

Turn up!

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

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

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