She Belongs To The Game
(专辑: Album Of The Summer - 2017)
But I
love her though! This the
part the
DJs gonna kill on the
intro So sad, so sad, so sad That chick ain't yours You mighta fucked that girl You mighta said you love that girl But she belong to the
game And when she's with me I
let her do her thing So nigga what you fronting for? Ey nigga what you fronting for? She belong to the
game And when she's with me I
let her do her thing I
don't be cuffing these hoes I
just be bustin these hoes That's just the
way that it go Too real nigga in the
feel nigga Porsche 911 with the
wood grain creeper Drop top boy I
ain't tryna save money It's a
damn shame that you tryna save honey She just wanna roam Give a
nigga dome Without an insecure nigga blowing up her phone Where you at, who you with, whole lotta questions Got her in a
chicken wing no it's not wrestling Super fly nigga, punk nigga hold the
ropes Baby come through for this body slam, whoah She ain't under arrest, let the
girl free Let her come out and fuck with a
real g
H-O-S-T at the
crib, power Jet jacuzzi, getting dirty in the
shower That chick ain't yours You mighta fucked that girl You mighta said you love that girl But she belong to the
game And when she's with me I
let her do her thing So nigga what you fronting for? Ey nigga what you fronting for? She belong to the
game And when she's with me I
let her do her thing A
crack star turned rap star I'm that [?] We went to jail and turned Allahu Akbar Did it for protection I
did it with affection Hit it with that good ol' long hard erection Shawty ask 'Why you such a
motherfuking playa?' Imma text you the
answer I'm gone baby, later Out yo door to get bread When you come home there's no food still you fed Up get it, up live it Reading books like a
sucker Your girl sound asleep cause a
real nigga fucked her You reach for the
booty and she tell you don't touch her You put the
pillow on your face and yell 'Oh brother' She don't like flowers or movie dates She like my dick in her mouth and gun on my waist One shot empty it out she loving the
taste That's the
shit to put a
smile on her face That chick ain't yours You mighta fucked that girl You mighta said you love that girl But she belong to the
game And when she's with me I
let her do her thing So nigga what you fronting for? Ey nigga what you fronting for? She belong to the
game And when she's with me I
let her do her thing Thought you had a
wife huh Busy tricking tryna change that whole life huh But that don't stop her from creeping every night huh Shoulda knew that that bitch wasn't right bruh How could you wife her Hov done had her Ab done had her We all hit it player you ain't the
only batter Yeah you her man but you don't even matter If you knew the
shit we did you'd prolly stab her Then turn around and take her back anyway Knowing we could have that bitch any way Misisionary, doggy style, any day Don't worry, crack a
smile, you'll be OK! So sad, so sad, so sad So sad, so sad, so sad That chick ain't yours You mighta fucked that girl You mighta said you love that girl But she belong to the
game And when she's with me I
let her do her thing So nigga what you fronting for? Ey nigga what you fronting for? She belong to the
game And when she's with me I
let her do her thing So sad So sad, so sad, so sad