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Homie Quan - I F**k With You Girl #slowed
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Vocals
IzzeTheProducer
IzzeTheProducer
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
Izell Staton
Izell Staton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IzzeTheProducer
IzzeTheProducer
Producer

Lyrics

Can't judge me girl I want 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 Thats why fuck with you girl, I fuck with you girl I fuck with you, I fuck with you I fuck with you girl I fuck with you, like you fuck with me I show love to you, like you show love to me And she always come back home Cause im her backbone I fuck with you girl I just want to apologize to all the good girls I done hurt Know wat im saying? I got a heart too man, so I hope you find It in yo heart to forgive me, u 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 fuck with you girl, 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 Thats just some tennis shoes Girl. fuck ha this all for you girl But you still can't Can't judge me girl I want 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 Thats why fuck with you girl, I fuck with you girl I fuck with you, I fuck with you I fuck with you girl I fuck with you, like you fuck with me I show love to you, like you show love to me And she always come back home Cause im her backbone I fuck with you girl 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 fucked 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 im 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'mma tackle Im rushing in get my sack up No Green Bay but I'mma 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 dont care where you at u better know how to adapt boi Cause you sold a couple ounces that dont mean you a trap boy You can suck my dick but you can't judge me girl Can't judge me girl I want 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 Thats why fuck with you girl, I fuck with you girl I fuck with you, I fuck with you I fuck with you girl I fuck with you, like you fuck with me I show love to you, like you show love to me And she always come back home Cause im her backbone I fuck with you girl
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