Rich Homie Quan – I F**k Wit You Girl Lyrics

(Chorus)
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 different from others you are
I love yo demeanor
You took me back time after time
Even tho I cheated
Thats why I f**k with you girl, I f**k with you girl
I f**k with you, I f**k with you
I f**k with you girl
I f**k with you,like you f**k with me
I show love to you ,like you show love to me
And she always come back home
Cause im her backbone I f*** with you girl

(Rich Homie Quan apologizing)
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 ?

(Verse 1)
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 saying
But i f**k with you girl, thinking bout putting a baby in you
Then later on just might move with you girl
And ask that name he talm bout tell that ni**a wat you really want
To do girl, take you on that shopping spree spend 10 thousand
That’s just some tennis shoes
Girl f**k ha this all for you girl
But you still can’t

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
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 f**ked 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, s**k 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 ni**as 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 s**k my d**k but you can’t judge me girl

(Repeat Chorus)