She Belongs to the Game - Troy Ave feat. Young Lito

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

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, 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???

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 prolly 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) x2