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letra de they don't really love you - rick ross & meek mill

[intro: rick ross]
(m-m-m-m-m)
i see all of the fake love, and
i know this sh-t too good to be true (m-m-m-m-m)

[chorus: meek mill & rick ross]
they don’t really love you
like they say they love you (double m, hall of fame, n-gga)
them n-ggas hate to love you
they can’t wait to judge you, body you and dump you (i’ll die ’bout this sh-t)
they don’t really love you (they don’t really love you, so without a doubt, i’ll murder ’bout this sh-t)
like they say they love you (they don’t, they don’t)
them n-ggas hate to love you (ooh, in the name of love, n-gga)
they can’t wait to judge, them n-ggas fake as f-ck (huh)
they don’t really love you
ooh
don’t say a word, just observe (with meek)
look at they body language, they nervous (let’s get it, n-gga)
they don’t know what to do with you when you know purpose (all these other n-ggas stayin’ clear, n-gga)
ooh
don’t say a word, just go higher (shots fired)
let the hate be the gas on your fire (shots fired)
let them n-ggas know, they don’t really love you (huh)
they don’t really love you (don’t be scared to die now)
they don’t really love you (’cause it ain’t no love)
[interlude: rick ross]
ain’t no love (and we’ll really die ’bout this sh-t, remember that, m-m-m)

[verse 1: rick ross]
quarter mill’ or what it feel, i just wanna build
n-ggas watchin’ pockets, now you the one they wanna k!ll
never lame, but go insane just to get a chain
storm the block like kamikaze n-ggas in the plane
is he a superstar? the b-tches know his name
i got a hundred cars, but they all run the same
i keep my n-ggas close, watch what your people post
i let the haters sub, i turn ’em into ghosts
rarely is it love (what?), never is it love (what?)
it’s too good to be true when you livin’ like a thug
richest in the city, really ain’t no f-ckin’ with me (ain’t no f-ckin’ with me)
pointin’ at you p-ssy n-ggas, ain’t no pun intended (woo)
i done seen the low, i done seen the high
i done seen it all, still bein’ penalized (grrah)
do it for my dawgs (dawgs), see it in my eyes (eyes)
k!ll ’em for the cause, n-gga, ricky on the rise

[chorus: meek mill & rick ross]
they don’t really love you
like they say they love you
them n-ggas hate to love you
they can’t wait to judge you, body you and dump you
they don’t really love you (they don’t really love you)
like they say they love you (they don’t, they don’t)
them n-ggas hate to love you (ooh)
they can’t wait to judge, them n-ggas fake as f-ck
they don’t really love you
ooh
don’t say a word, just observe
look at they body language, they nervous
they don’t know what to do with you when you know purpose
ooh
don’t say a word, just go higher
let the hate be the gas on your fire
let them n-ggas know, they don’t really love you
they don’t really love you
they don’t really love you (ain’t no genuine love, none, m-m-m)
[verse 2: rick ross]
come and sit at the table, boy, you better say a prayer
gave my word to my n-ggas, so you gotta play it fair
shots fired, n-ggas duckin’, so motherf-ck the money
lights flash, i give my last for anyone who love me (huh)
take a page of the bible, pour your cup, it overflow
once they made me an idol, slay ’em with some other flows
once they gave me the title, time to buy another rolls
once i aim at my rival, boy, i took his mama soul
ain’t no love in the game, you better get a gun and hold
co-defendant snitchin’, indictment in the envelope
free slime, he doin’ time because they done him wrong
wish him well, let’s flip and sell until he gettin’ mail
i kept it real with my n-ggas and never got a hug
shed a tear for my n-ggas and always called it love
i gave my last to your sister while she was on the run
and i still write you a letter and do that every month (huh)

[chorus: meek mill]
they don’t really love you
like they say they love you
them n-ggas hate to love you
they can’t wait to judge you, body you and dump you
they don’t really love you (they don’t really love you)
like they say they love you (they don’t, they don’t)
them n-ggas hate to love you (ooh)
they can’t wait to judge, them n-ggas fake as f-ck
they don’t really love you
ooh
don’t say a word, just observe
look at they body language, they nervous
they don’t know what to do with you when you know purpose
ooh
don’t say a word, just go higher
let the hate be the gas on your fire
let them n-ggas know, they don’t really love you
they don’t really love you
they don’t really love you
[post-chorus]
but i won’t stop now (m-m-m-m-maybach music)

[outro]
we good?

- rick ross meek mill

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