Love Her
Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug Lyrics


Dun Deal on the track
Ay, ay, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh, ay

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 I'm looking at her
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)

L-O-V-E, small word, but it get you hurt
Lil' nigga
Hit it from the back, make her squirt
My nigga
Young nigga move that work, my nigga
Walk inside the strip club, throw a
Lotta ones, make her twerk, my nigga
Hit it from the back, make her hurt, my nigga
Fuck her like a dog, make her hurt, my nigga
Lean back, shooting like Dirk, my nigga
Used to have her my nigga
Still putting in that work, my nigga
I'll hurt y'all niggas
I ain't muhfuckin' playing
Throwing up gang signs like I'm deaf
What the fuck is y'all saying?
I'm turning to tan
I'm taking orders out of a soccer van
Nigga acting like he want it, fuck around
I'll pop your mans
Rich Homie Quan and YSL my fam
Big ol' minks, I feel like a fucking lamb

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 I'm looking at her
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)

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 is better
Than us, lil' nigga
Nigga money longer than a bus, lil' nigga
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 ass softer than a muhfuckin' pillow
I'ma take off like a muhfuckin' missile
I was up early, no early dismissal
Quan, get 'em i don't have sex unless the
Birthday cake in my face, hey
And I ain't tryna fuck unless she
Got big tit's and a waist
And in the player club
I'll fuck 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

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 I'm looking at her
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)





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