She Belongs to the Game (Explicit) - Troy Ave

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 f**ked 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 n***a what you frontin' for

Ey n***a 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 n***a in the feel n***a

Porsche 911 with the wood grain creeper

Drop top boy I ain't tryna save money

It's a d**n shame that you tryna save honey

She just wanna roam

Give a n***a dome

Without an insecure n***a 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 n***a punk n***a 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 f**k 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 f**ked 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 n***a what you frontin' for

Ey n***a 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'

I'mma 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 n***a f**ked 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 s**t to put a smile on her face

That chick ain't yours

You mighta f**ked 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 n***a what you frontin' for

Ey n***a 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