Bài hát She Belongs to the Game (feat. Young Lito) Báo Lỗi

So sad so sad so sad

That chick ain't yours

You mighta ****ed that girl

You mighta said you love that girl

But she belongs to the game

And when she's with me

I let her do her thing

So tell me what you frontin' for

Ey tell what you frontin' for

She belongs 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 in the feel

Porsche nine eleven with

The wood grain creeper

Drop top boy

I ain't tryna save money

It's a damn sha

Me that you tryna save honey

She just wanna roam

Give a dome

Without an insecure

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

Punk hold the ropes

Baby come through

For this body slam

She ain't under arrest

Let the girl free

Let her come out

And 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 ****ed that girl

You mighta said

You love that girl

But she belongs to the game

And when she's with me

I let her do her thing

So tell me what you frontin' for

Ey tell me what you frontin' for

She belongs 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 mother mother 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 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 **** in her mouth

And gun on my waist

One shot empty it out

She lovin' the taste

That's the **** to

Put a smile on her face

That chick ain't yours

You mighta ****ed that girl

You mighta said

You love that girl

But she belongs to the game

And when she's with me

I let her do her thing

So tell me what you frontin' for

Ey tell me what you frontin' for

She belongs 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

Shoulda knew that

That ***** 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 ****

We did you'd probly stab her

Then turn around

And take her back anyway

Knowin' we could have

That ***** 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 ****ed that girl

You mighta said

You love that girl

But she belongs to the game

And when she's with me

I let her do her thing

So tell me what you frontin' for

Ey tell me what you frontin' for

She belongs 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