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letra de love her - rich homie quan

[intro: rich homie quan]
dun deal on the track
ay, ay, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
ooh, ooh, ooh, ay

[chorus: rich homie quan & young thug]
i say she in that finger pointing at me
she can get anything she want from daddy
beauty pageant, boy my ho the baddest
these dark shades on, i got on, she don’t know who i’m looking at
my main ho got a cute lil’ kitty
and that’s why i love her, love her, love her, love her
i swear i love her, love her, i love her (i swear i love you baby)
i love, love, love, love
l-o-v-e, i love, i love, love, she ready (you know i love you baby)

[verse 1: rich homie quan & young thug]
l-o-v-e, small word but it get you hurt lil’ n-gga
hit it from the back, make her squirt my n-gga
young n-gga move that work my n-gga
walk inside the strip club, throw a lotta ones, make her twerk my n-gga
hit it from the back, make her hurt my n-gga
f-ck her like a dog, make her hurt my n-gga
lean back, shooting like dirk my n-gga
used to have her [?] my n-gga
still putting in that work my n-gga
i’ll hurt y’all n-ggas, i ain’t muhf-cking playing
throwing up gang signs like i’m deaf, what the f-ck is y’all saying
[?] i’m turning to tan
i’m taking orders out of a soccer van
n-gga acting like he want it, f-ck around i’ll pop your mans
rich homie quan and ysl my fam
big ol’ minks, i feel like a f-cking lamb

[verse 2: rich homie quan & young thug]
thug, i love you like my mother
quan, i love you like my father
thug, i love you like no other
quan, i love you like my lover
thug, we gon’ be at it forever
quan, we gon’ be rich forever
thug, tell me who we’re better
than us lil n-gga
n-gga money longer than a bus lil n-gga
ear popping cause i’m at the top of the building
threesome with your main ho, put her in the middle
got a red gucci backpack, no skittles
big -ss softer than a muhf-cking pillow
i’ma take off like a muhf-cking missile
i was up early, no early dismissal
quan get ’em
i don’t have s-x unless the birthday cake in my face, hey
and i ain’t tryna f-ck unless she got big t-ts and a waist
and in the player club, i’ll f-ck around and blow up the whole place
i got money stacked to the ceiling, some more off in the safe
i say, i say, hey

- rich homie quan

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