She Don't Love You

(dials phone - phone rings) [Kim] Hello? [Girl] Hello Is this Lil' Kim? [Kim] Who's this? [Girl] Don't worry 'bout all that I found your number in my man's pocket [Kim] Well shit bitch! Give it to him then! No wonder the mothafucka hasn't call me yet! Look at your fuckin' groupie ass Stealin' numbers and shit [Girl] Wha? Fuckin' bitch! I'mma see your ass at the mothafuckin' concert Does she do it like me? Does she work that body? Throw that ass like pu-pump-pump-pu-pump that hottie Do she handle it like she got a deep throat? I mean suck that cock 'til she start to choke Does she like to have s*x high off the X? Try it with me and tell me who's the best Does she like to wear thongs that you can eat? Do she f******ur brains out 'til you fall asleep? (Chorus) Bet you she don't f******u Like you know I f******u And I bet you she will never do, oh All the things I'll do for you Is she drop-dead fine? Does she like it from behind? Is she fly? Do she got a style like mine? Does she slurp it, rub it, jerk it, ride it? Tell you how you feel when you inside it You love me, and I know she know 'cause everytime I come around, she be like "let's go" Girls know not to leave they man around me When I get my hands on him he puttin weddin bands on me (Chorus) I'm the queen of Rap, there is none higher Did she tell you that? The bitch is a liar People spend doe to see me spit fire And niggas give they life to be with me for one night I let you come in me, while you stick it in the booty Lick the nut off, then stick it back in the coot, see I bet you she don't even know how to kiss And I bet you ain't never been fucked like this (Chorus) x2 And I bet ya, and I bet ya baby And I bet ya she don't f******u And I bet ya, bet ya, bet ya baby And I bet ya she don't f******u No, baby (Chorus till fade...) --- She Don't Love You - Lil' Kim