Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She Belongs to the Game, artist - Troy Ave. Album song Album of the Summer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BSB
Song language: English
She Belongs to the Game |
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 frontin' for? |
Ey nigga what you frontin' for? |
She belong to the game |
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing |
I don’t be cuffin' these hoes |
I just be bustin these hoes |
I be finessin' for dough |
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 blowin' up her phone |
Where you at, who you with, whole lotta questions |
Got her in a chicken wing no it’s not wrestlin' |
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, we gettin' 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 frontin' for? |
Ey nigga what you frontin' 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 punk |
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 motherfukin' 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 |
Readin' 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 lovin' 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 frontin' for? |
Ey nigga what you frontin' 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 trickin' tryna change that whole life huh |
But that don’t stop her from creepin' 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 probly stab her |
Then turn around and take her back anyway |
Knowin' 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 frontin' for? |
Ey nigga what you frontin' 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, so sad, so sad |
So sad, so sad, so sad |
So sad, so sad, so sad |