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letra de you don’t love me - gucci mane & sexyy red

[intro: gucci mane]
(go grizz)
(b100) huh?

[verse 1: gucci mane]
in my benz, behind tint
with my fake lil’ small lil’ b-tch
got a project b-tch that used to ride marta
my fake lil’ hard lil’ b-tch (huh?)
i’m the sh-t, you know i’m the sh-t
i’m still a walkin’ l!ck (walkin’)
and i be smarter than robin, i’m a truck
then try to go against this sh-t (true)
got this b-tch from texas, swear she flexin’
she can’t even take no d-ck
got some country over in tennessee
my thick lil’ white lil’ sh-t (lil’ white, yeah)
and since ’06 i been runnin’ this sh-t
n-gga, i invented this sh-t
if my b-tch come ask for money
no worries, i got plenty this sh-t (brr)

[pre-chorus: gucci mane]
i met this girlie s-xyy, 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
[chorus: gucci mane & s-xyy red]
i think i love her
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
i think i love her (huh?)
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
i know i love her (uh)
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
i know i love her (wow)
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
i think i love her (it’s s-xyy)

[verse 2: s-xyy red & gucci mane]
well, my name is nae nae, but these n-ggas call me s-xyy (mwah)
finesse a n-gga out his real money if he let me (brr-brr)
i turn these n-ggas out, they let me trap out they house (uh, uh, uh)
i got some hoes from the 6 and whatever they say they ’bout (on blood)
fine-ass b-tch from st. louis look like some candy (what, what, what?)
d-gg-n’ n-ggas 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, n-gga, chunk it up, all y’all great” (i’m s-xyy, i think i love her)
i met this n-gga named gucci, i like him, he get money (brr-brr)
i know he got them hoes (huh, uh), so i don’t trust him for nothin’ (h-ll nah)
me and him be thuggin’ (huh?), matchin’ cars, we be stunnin’ (yoom)
but he’s only good for givin’ me money and some f-ckin’ (yeah)
[chorus: gucci mane & s-xyy red]
i think i love her (huh?)
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me (what the f-ck?)
i think i love her (wow)
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
i know i love her (the h-ll?)
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
i know i love her
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
n-gga, you don’t f-ck with me
i think i love her

- gucci mane sexyy red

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