You Don’t Love Me (Explicit)

You Don’t Love Me (Explicit) - Gucci Mane

Lyrics by：Radric Davis/Kevin Andre Price/Timothy Bradley McKibbins/Jaucquez Lowe/Jamal Jones

Produced by：B100/Go Grizzly/London Jae

Go Grizz

Go Grizz

Go Grizz

B100

B100

In my Benz behind tint

With my fake lil' small lil' *****

Got a project ***** that used to ride MARTA

My fake lil' hard lil' *****

I'm the **** you know I'm the ****

I'm still a walkin' lick

And I be smarter than Robin

I'm a truck

Then try to go against this ****

Got this ***** from Texas

Swear she flexin'

She can't even take no d**k

Got some country over in Tennessee

My thick lil' white lil' ****

Lil' white

And since '06 I been runnin' this ****

Nigga I invented this ****

If my ***** come ask for money

No worries I got plenty this ****

Brr

I met this girlie sexyy

I let her in my coupe

Huh

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

I love her I love her

Nigga you don't **** with me

Nigga you don't **** with me

Nigga you don't **** with me

I think I love her

Nigga you don't **** with me

Nigga you don't **** with me

Nigga you don't **** with me

I know I love her

Nigga you don't **** with me

Nigga you don't **** with me

Nigga you don't **** with me

I know I love her

Nigga you don't **** with me

Nigga you don't **** with me

Nigga you don't **** with me

I think I love her

Well my name is Nae Nae

But these niggas call me sexyy

Finesse a nigga out his real money if he let me

Brr-brr

I turn these niggas out

They let me trap out they house

I got some h*es from the 6

And whatever they say they 'bout

On blood

Fine-a*s ***** from St Louis look like some candy

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 all y'all great

I think I love her

I met this nigga named Gucci

I like him he get money

Brr-brr

I know he got them h*es

Huh uh

So I don't trust him for nothin'

Hell nah

Me and him be thuggin'

Matchin' cars we be stunnin'

Yoom

But he's only good for givin' me money

And some *******

Yeah

I think I love her

Nigga you don't **** with me

Nigga you don't **** with me

Nigga you don't **** with me

What the ****

I think I love her

Nigga you don't **** with me

Nigga you don't **** with me

Nigga you don't **** with me

I know I love her

The hell

Nigga you don't **** with me

Nigga you don't **** with me

Nigga you don't **** with me

I know I love her

Nigga you don't **** with me

Nigga you don't **** with me

Nigga you don't **** with me

I think I love her