She Belongs To The Game Lyrics - 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 

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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 feels nigga 

Porsche 911 with the wood grain (shifter) 

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 a wrestlin' 

Super fly nigga, punk nigga hold the ropes??? 

She ain't under arrest, let the girl free 

Let her come out and fuck with a real g??? 

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 

Photos 

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 stink of fed 

Up get it, up live it 

Readin' books like a sucker 

Your girl sound asleep cause a real nigga fuicked 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??? 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 hu 

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