Am But I love her though!G Em This the part the DJs gonna kill on the introDm Em F So sad, so sad, so sad [Chorus]G Am That chick ain't yoursG You mighta fucked that girlEm You mighta said you love that girlEm But she belong to the gameDm Em F G Am And when she's with me I let her do her thingG So nigga what you frontin' for?Em Ey nigga what you frontin' for?Em She belong to the gameDm Em F G And when she's with me I let her do her thing [Verse 1]Am I don't be cuffin' these hoesAm I just be bustin these hoesG Got me for messing for doughEm That's just the way that it go Too real nigga in the feel niggaDm Em F G Porsche 911 with the wood grain creeperAm Drop top boy I ain't tryna save moneyG It's a damn shame that you tryna save honeyEm She just wanna roamEm Give a nigga domeDm Em F G Without an insecure nigga blowin' up her phoneAm Where you at, who you with, whole lotta questionsG Got her in a chicken wing no it's not wrestlin'Em Super fly nigga, punk nigga hold the ropesDm Em F G Baby come through for this body slam, whoahAm She ain't under arrest, let the girl freeG Let her come out and fuck with a real gEm H-O-S-T at the crib, powerDm Em Jet jacuzzi, we gettin' dirty in the shower [Chorus]Am That chick ain't yoursG You mighta fucked that girlEm You mighta said you love that girlEm But she belong to the gameDm Em F G Am And when she's with me I let her do her thingG So nigga what you frontin' for?Em Ey nigga what you frontin' for?Em She belong to the gameDm Em F G And when she's with me I let her do her thing [Verse 2]Am A crack star turned rap starG I'm that punkG We went to jail and turned Allahu AkbarEm Did it for protectionEm I did it with affectionDm Em F G Hit it with that good ol' long hard erectionAm Shawty ask 'Why you such a motherfukin' playa?'G Imma text you the answerG I'm gone baby, laterEm Out yo door to get breadDm Em F G When you come home there's no food still you fedAm Up get it, up live itAm Readin' books like a suckerG Your girl sound asleep cause a real nigga fucked herEm You reach for the booty and she tell you don't touch herDm Em F G You put the pillow on your face and yell 'Oh brother'Am She don't like flowers or movie datesG She like my dick in her mouth and gun on my waistEm One shot empty it out she lovin' the taste N.C That's the shit to put a smile on her face [Chorus]Am That chick ain't yoursG You mighta fucked that girlEm You mighta said you love that girlEm But she belong to the gameDm Em F G Am And when she's with me I let her do her thingG So nigga what you frontin' for?Em Ey nigga what you frontin' for?Em She belong to the gameDm Em F G And when she's with me I let her do her thing [Verse 3]Am Thought you had a wife huhG Busy trickin' tryna change that whole life huhEm But that don't stop her from creepin' every night huhDm Em F Shoulda knew that that bitch wasn't right bruhG How could you wife herAm Hov done had herAm Ab done had herG We all hit it player you ain't the only batterEm Yeah you her man but you don't even matterDm Em F G Am If you knew the shit we did you'd probly stab herAm G Then turn around and take her back anywayEm Knowin' we could have that bitch any wayDm Misisionary, doggy style, any dayEm F G Am Don't worry, crack a smile, you'll be OK!G Em So sad, so sad, so sadDm Em So sad, so sad, so sad [Chorus]Am That chick ain't yoursG You mighta fucked that girlEm You mighta said you love that girlEm But she belong to the gameDm Em F G Am And when she's with me I let her do her thingG So nigga what you frontin' for?Em Ey nigga what you frontin' for?Em She belong to the gameDm Em F G Am And when she's with me I let her do her thing [Outro]G Em So sad, so sad, so sadDm Em F G Am So sad, so sad, so sadG Em So sad, so sad, so sadDm Em F G Am So sad, so sad, so sadG Em Dm Em F G Am E|-------------------------|* play in fade-out effect
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