Testi She Belongs to the Game - Troy Ave, Young Lito

She Belongs to the Game

But I love her though!\nThis the part the DJs gonna kill on the intro\nSo sad, so sad, so sad\nThat chick ain’t yours\nYou might’ve fucked that girl\nYou might’ve said you love that girl\nBut she belong to the game\nAnd when she’s with me I let her do her thing\nSo nigga what you frontin' for?\nEy nigga what you frontin' for?\nShe belong to the game\nAnd when she’s with me I let her do her thing\nI don’t be cuffin' these hoes\nI just be busting these hoes\nI be finessing for dough\nThat’s just the way that it go\nToo real nigga in the feel nigga\nPorsche 911 with the wood grain creeper\nDrop top boy I ain’t tryna save money\nIt’s a damn shame that you tryna save honey\nShe just wanna roam\nGive a nigga dome\nWithout an insecure nigga blowin' up her phone\nWhere you at, who you with, whole lot of questions\nGot her in a chicken wing no it’s not wrestlin'\nSuper fly nigga, punk nigga hold the ropes\nBaby, come through for this body slam, whoa\nShe ain’t under arrest, let the girl free\nLet her come out and fuck with a real g\nH-O-S-T at the crib, power\nJet Jacuzzi, gettin' dirty in the shower\nThat chick ain’t yours\nYou might’ve fucked that girl\nYou might’ve said you love that girl\nBut she belong to the game\nAnd when she’s with me I let her do her thing\nSo nigga what you frontin' for?\nEy nigga what you frontin' for?\nShe belong to the game\nAnd when she’s with me I let her do her thing\nA crack star turned rap star\nI’m that punk\nWe went to jail and turned Allahu Akbar\nDid it for protection\nI did it with affection\nHit it with that good ol' long hard erection\nShawty ask, 'Why you such a motherfuckin' player?'\nI’mma text you the answer\nI’m gone, baby, later\nOut yo door to get bread\nWhen you come home there’s no food still you fed\nUp get it, up live it\nReadin' books like a sucker\nYour girl sound asleep cause a real nigga fucked her\nYou reach for the booty and she tell you don’t touch her\nYou put the pillow on your face and yell 'Oh brother'\nShe don’t like flowers or movie dates\nShe like my dick in her mouth and gun on my waist\nOne shot empty it out she lovin' the taste\nThat’s the shit to put a smile on her face\nThat chick ain’t yours\nYou might’ve fucked that girl\nYou might’ve said you love that girl\nBut she belong to the game\nAnd when she’s with me I let her do her thing\nSo nigga what you frontin' for?\nEy nigga what you frontin' for?\nShe belong to the game\nAnd when she’s with me I let her do her thing\nThought you had a wife huh\nBusy trickin' tryna change that whole life huh\nBut that don’t stop her from creepin' every night huh\nShould’ve knew that that bitch wasn’t right bruh\nHow could you wife her\nHov done had her\nAb done had her\nWe all hit it player you ain’t the only batter\nYeah you her man but you don’t even matter\nIf you knew the shit we did you’d probably stab her\nThen turn around and take her back anyway\nKnowin' we could have that bitch any way\nMissionary, doggy style, any day\nDon’t worry, crack a smile, you’ll be OK!\nSo sad, so sad, so sad\nSo sad, so sad, so sad\nThat chick ain’t yours\nYou might’ve fucked that girl\nYou might’ve said you love that girl\nBut she belong to the game\nAnd when she’s with me I let her do her thing\nSo nigga what you frontin' for?\nEy nigga what you frontin' for?\nShe belong to the game\nAnd when she’s with me I let her do her thing\nSo sad\nSo sad, so sad, so sad