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Gucci Mane - You Don't Love Me Lyrics



Gucci Mane - You Don't Love Me Lyrics
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[ Featuring Sexyy Red ]

(Go Grizz)
(B100)

In my Benz, behind tint with my fav' lil' smart lil' bitch
Got a project bitch that used to ride MARTA, my fake lil' hard lil' bitch (huh?)
I'm the shit, you know I'm the shit, I'm still a walkin' lick (walkin' lick)
And it'd be smarter to rob an armor truck then try to go against this shit (true)
Got this bitch from Texas, swear she flexin', she can't even take no dick
Got some country over in Tennessee, my thick lil' white lil' shit (lil' white, yeah)
And since '06 I been runnin' this shit, nigga, I invented this shit
If my bitch come ask for money, no worries, I got plenty of this shit (burr)

I met this girlie Sexyy, I let her in my coupe (haan)
I know she not no groupie, she said she from the loop (go)
She flexed on me with bands, but look, I get money too
Act like you in the band then come blow me like a flute

I think I love her
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
I think I love her (huh)
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
I know I love her (uh)
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
I know I love her (wow)
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
I think I love her (it's Sexyy)

Well, my name is Nae Nae, but these niggas call me Sexyy (mwah)
Finesse a nigga out his re-up money if he let me (burr)
I turn these niggas out, they let me trap out they house (ugh, ugh, ugh)
I got some hoes from the 6 and whatever they say they 'bout (on Blood)
Fine-ass bitch from St. Louis look like some candy (what, what, what?)
Doggin' niggas out, I know I get that from my daddy (hah)
He think that we in love 'cause I let him meet my family (uh, uh)
Told him, "If you love me, nigga, chunk it up, on your granny" (I'm Sexyy) (I think I love her)
I met this nigga named Gucci, I like him, he get money (burr)
I know he got them hoes (uh, uh), so I don't trust him for nothin' (hell nah)
Me and him be thuggin' (huh), matchin' cars, we be stuntin' (yoom)
But he's only good for givin' me money and some f*ckin' (yeah)

I think I love her (huh)
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me (what the f*ck?)
I think I love her (wow)
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
I know I love her (the hell?)
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
I know I love her
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
I think I love her
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(Go Grizz)
(B100)

In my Benz, behind tint with my fav' lil' smart lil' bitch
Got a project bitch that used to ride MARTA, my fake lil' hard lil' bitch (huh?)
I'm the shit, you know I'm the shit, I'm still a walkin' lick (walkin' lick)
And it'd be smarter to rob an armor truck then try to go against this shit (true)
Got this bitch from Texas, swear she flexin', she can't even take no dick
Got some country over in Tennessee, my thick lil' white lil' shit (lil' white, yeah)
And since '06 I been runnin' this shit, nigga, I invented this shit
If my bitch come ask for money, no worries, I got plenty of this shit (burr)

I met this girlie Sexyy, I let her in my coupe (haan)
I know she not no groupie, she said she from the loop (go)
She flexed on me with bands, but look, I get money too
Act like you in the band then come blow me like a flute

I think I love her
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
I think I love her (huh)
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
I know I love her (uh)
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
I know I love her (wow)
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
I think I love her (it's Sexyy)

Well, my name is Nae Nae, but these niggas call me Sexyy (mwah)
Finesse a nigga out his re-up money if he let me (burr)
I turn these niggas out, they let me trap out they house (ugh, ugh, ugh)
I got some hoes from the 6 and whatever they say they 'bout (on Blood)
Fine-ass bitch from St. Louis look like some candy (what, what, what?)
Doggin' niggas out, I know I get that from my daddy (hah)
He think that we in love 'cause I let him meet my family (uh, uh)
Told him, "If you love me, nigga, chunk it up, on your granny" (I'm Sexyy) (I think I love her)
I met this nigga named Gucci, I like him, he get money (burr)
I know he got them hoes (uh, uh), so I don't trust him for nothin' (hell nah)
Me and him be thuggin' (huh), matchin' cars, we be stuntin' (yoom)
But he's only good for givin' me money and some f*ckin' (yeah)

I think I love her (huh)
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me (what the f*ck?)
I think I love her (wow)
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
I know I love her (the hell?)
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
I know I love her
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
Nigga, you don't f*ck with me
I think I love her
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Writer: Jamal Jones, Jaucquez Love, Kevin Andre Price, Radric Davis, Timothy Bradley Mckibbins
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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