Spectacular - She Don't Love U lyrics
[Spectacular - She Don't Love U lyrics]
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!
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
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
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
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!
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
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, 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
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, 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
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
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
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!
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
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, 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