She Don't Love Me

Man I know that she don’t love me
Lying bitch
Yeah I know that she don’t love me
It’s ya boy Lil B
Man I know that she don’t love me
Lyin' bitch
I know she don’t love me
It’s ya boy Lil B
I know she don’t love me
Bitch say she love me more
I can’t believe that bastard
Lookin' straight in the eyes, wanna flash like cameras
Can’t believe how these ho’s tell you lies, romancin'
Woulda never start to smoke if I knew bout cancer
Woulda never gave my heart, never take those chances
But she told me I was worth that risk
Repeat that answer, baby girl you was rare like
5'5″, right side, then you think I’m handsome
You asleep in the bed, fall asleep with NASA
Pussy way too good had to see my pastor, shit
Yes
But bitch I know you don’t love me
Bitch I know you don’t love me
Things really got bad when you said you loved me
And I don’t think you really love me
I can see how you hug me
Just because the sex good, you was attached to that
I couldn’t trust you wouldn’t cheat, you would show your ass
Shoulda played mind games how you played with mine
We would meet late night and proceed to grind
Bust a nut in you now I want my seed to die
Because you not my real wife, just a sweet disguise
Had to take a long walk just to see the skies
Couldn’t talk about nothin' you as fake as God, bitch
Shit, I know she don' love me
Bitch, I know you don’t love me
No disrespect, I believe in God
I ain’t never seen God but I seen her eyes
Every chick on Earth need to prove she real
Give a fuck about how she feel
This is how I feel
You keep it real then I kept it realer
I want to be ya king bitch, but you live in «Thriller»
And you don’t understand the real cause the game is realer
You done lost a real man for a fake ass nigga
Bitch you think he give a fuck, he just want your sister
And you party too much and you drink that liquor
And you can’t ever have a man like me you deserve a filler
You can’t ever show love to a ho in Prada
Cuz' her head fucked up, man I blame her mama
I’m young but conscious
For your love I would just pay a few fuckin' dollars
Real love is priceless
Tag and Isus
You really love her then my best advice is
Fuck her till she treat you like a king
And I mean that shit
Man fuck her till she tell you a king bitch
Outro:
Yeah, real shit man
You know what I mean man?
Need these hoes to treat you like a motherfucking king bruh
Cuz' these hoes ain’t shit bruh
I guarantee you that man, these hoes’ll lie to you, all that shit man
For that dick, you know what I mean
Just for that dick
Just cuz' they want your money
Just cuz' they want what you love man
I tell you like this man, these hoes ain’t shit bruh
You bitches gotta prove that shit man
Till further notice man all you bitches ain’t shit
You know what I mean? Straight up, you know what I mean?
Only the girls that love me for me that’s wassup
Y’all the women
Other than that, fuck you bitches
You know what I mean? Fuck em'