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Title: She Belongs To The Game
Artist Troy Ave ft. Young Lito
[Intro]
Am
But I love her though!
G Em
This the part the DJs gonna kill on the intro
Dm Em F
So sad, so sad, so sad
[Chorus]
G Am
That chick ain't yours
G
You mighta fucked that girl
Em
You mighta said you love that girl
Em
But she belong to the game
Dm Em F G Am
And when she's with me I let her do her thing
G
So nigga what you frontin' for?
Em
Ey nigga what you frontin' for?
Em
She belong to the game
Dm Em F G
And when she's with me I let her do her thing
[Verse 1]
Am
I don't be cuffin' these hoes
Am
I just be bustin these hoes
G
Got me for messing for dough
Em
That's just the way that it go
Too real nigga in the feel nigga
Dm Em F G
Porsche 911 with the wood grain creeper
Am
Drop top boy I ain't tryna save money
G
It's a damn shame that you tryna save honey
Em
She just wanna roam
Em
Give a nigga dome
Dm Em F G
Without an insecure nigga blowin' up her phone
Am
Where you at, who you with, whole lotta questions
G
Got her in a chicken wing no it's not wrestlin'
Em
Super fly nigga, punk nigga hold the ropes
Dm Em F G
Baby come through for this body slam, whoah
Am
She ain't under arrest, let the girl free
G
Let her come out and fuck with a real g
Em
H-O-S-T at the crib, power
Dm Em
Jet jacuzzi, we gettin' dirty in the shower
[Chorus]
Am
That chick ain't yours
G
You mighta fucked that girl
Em
You mighta said you love that girl
Em
But she belong to the game
Dm Em F G Am
And when she's with me I let her do her thing
G
So nigga what you frontin' for?
Em
Ey nigga what you frontin' for?
Em
She belong to the game
Dm Em F G
And when she's with me I let her do her thing
[Verse 2]
Am
A crack star turned rap star
G
I'm that punk
G
We went to jail and turned Allahu Akbar
Em
Did it for protection
Em
I did it with affection
Dm Em F G
Hit it with that good ol' long hard erection
Am
Shawty ask 'Why you such a motherfukin' playa?'
G
Imma text you the answer
G
I'm gone baby, later
Em
Out yo door to get bread
Dm Em F G
When you come home there's no food still you fed
Am
Up get it, up live it
Am
Readin' books like a sucker
G
Your girl sound asleep cause a real nigga fucked her
Em
You reach for the booty and she tell you don't touch her
Dm Em F G
You put the pillow on your face and yell 'Oh brother'
Am
She don't like flowers or movie dates
G
She like my dick in her mouth and gun on my waist
Em
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 yours
G
You mighta fucked that girl
Em
You mighta said you love that girl
Em
But she belong to the game
Dm Em F G Am
And when she's with me I let her do her thing
G
So nigga what you frontin' for?
Em
Ey nigga what you frontin' for?
Em
She belong to the game
Dm Em F G
And when she's with me I let her do her thing
[Verse 3]
Am
Thought you had a wife huh
G
Busy trickin' tryna change that whole life huh
Em
But that don't stop her from creepin' every night huh
Dm Em F
Shoulda knew that that bitch wasn't right bruh
G
How could you wife her
Am
Hov done had her
Am
Ab done had her
G
We all hit it player you ain't the only batter
Em
Yeah you her man but you don't even matter
Dm Em F G Am
If you knew the shit we did you'd probly stab her
Am G
Then turn around and take her back anyway
Em
Knowin' we could have that bitch any way
Dm
Misisionary, doggy style, any day
Em F G Am
Don't worry, crack a smile, you'll be OK!
G Em
So sad, so sad, so sad
Dm Em
So sad, so sad, so sad
[Chorus]
Am
That chick ain't yours
G
You mighta fucked that girl
Em
You mighta said you love that girl
Em
But she belong to the game
Dm Em F G Am
And when she's with me I let her do her thing
G
So nigga what you frontin' for?
Em
Ey nigga what you frontin' for?
Em
She belong to the game
Dm Em F G Am
And when she's with me I let her do her thing
[Outro]
G Em
So sad, so sad, so sad
Dm Em F G Am
So sad, so sad, so sad
G Em
So sad, so sad, so sad
Dm Em F G Am
So sad, so sad, so sad
G Em Dm Em F G Am
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* play in fade-out effect
Artist Troy Ave ft. Young Lito
[Intro]
Am
But I love her though!
G Em
This the part the DJs gonna kill on the intro
Dm Em F
So sad, so sad, so sad
[Chorus]
G Am
That chick ain't yours
G
You mighta fucked that girl
Em
You mighta said you love that girl
Em
But she belong to the game
Dm Em F G Am
And when she's with me I let her do her thing
G
So nigga what you frontin' for?
Em
Ey nigga what you frontin' for?
Em
She belong to the game
Dm Em F G
And when she's with me I let her do her thing
[Verse 1]
Am
I don't be cuffin' these hoes
Am
I just be bustin these hoes
G
Got me for messing for dough
Em
That's just the way that it go
Too real nigga in the feel nigga
Dm Em F G
Porsche 911 with the wood grain creeper
Am
Drop top boy I ain't tryna save money
G
It's a damn shame that you tryna save honey
Em
She just wanna roam
Em
Give a nigga dome
Dm Em F G
Without an insecure nigga blowin' up her phone
Am
Where you at, who you with, whole lotta questions
G
Got her in a chicken wing no it's not wrestlin'
Em
Super fly nigga, punk nigga hold the ropes
Dm Em F G
Baby come through for this body slam, whoah
Am
She ain't under arrest, let the girl free
G
Let her come out and fuck with a real g
Em
H-O-S-T at the crib, power
Dm Em
Jet jacuzzi, we gettin' dirty in the shower
[Chorus]
Am
That chick ain't yours
G
You mighta fucked that girl
Em
You mighta said you love that girl
Em
But she belong to the game
Dm Em F G Am
And when she's with me I let her do her thing
G
So nigga what you frontin' for?
Em
Ey nigga what you frontin' for?
Em
She belong to the game
Dm Em F G
And when she's with me I let her do her thing
[Verse 2]
Am
A crack star turned rap star
G
I'm that punk
G
We went to jail and turned Allahu Akbar
Em
Did it for protection
Em
I did it with affection
Dm Em F G
Hit it with that good ol' long hard erection
Am
Shawty ask 'Why you such a motherfukin' playa?'
G
Imma text you the answer
G
I'm gone baby, later
Em
Out yo door to get bread
Dm Em F G
When you come home there's no food still you fed
Am
Up get it, up live it
Am
Readin' books like a sucker
G
Your girl sound asleep cause a real nigga fucked her
Em
You reach for the booty and she tell you don't touch her
Dm Em F G
You put the pillow on your face and yell 'Oh brother'
Am
She don't like flowers or movie dates
G
She like my dick in her mouth and gun on my waist
Em
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 yours
G
You mighta fucked that girl
Em
You mighta said you love that girl
Em
But she belong to the game
Dm Em F G Am
And when she's with me I let her do her thing
G
So nigga what you frontin' for?
Em
Ey nigga what you frontin' for?
Em
She belong to the game
Dm Em F G
And when she's with me I let her do her thing
[Verse 3]
Am
Thought you had a wife huh
G
Busy trickin' tryna change that whole life huh
Em
But that don't stop her from creepin' every night huh
Dm Em F
Shoulda knew that that bitch wasn't right bruh
G
How could you wife her
Am
Hov done had her
Am
Ab done had her
G
We all hit it player you ain't the only batter
Em
Yeah you her man but you don't even matter
Dm Em F G Am
If you knew the shit we did you'd probly stab her
Am G
Then turn around and take her back anyway
Em
Knowin' we could have that bitch any way
Dm
Misisionary, doggy style, any day
Em F G Am
Don't worry, crack a smile, you'll be OK!
G Em
So sad, so sad, so sad
Dm Em
So sad, so sad, so sad
[Chorus]
Am
That chick ain't yours
G
You mighta fucked that girl
Em
You mighta said you love that girl
Em
But she belong to the game
Dm Em F G Am
And when she's with me I let her do her thing
G
So nigga what you frontin' for?
Em
Ey nigga what you frontin' for?
Em
She belong to the game
Dm Em F G Am
And when she's with me I let her do her thing
[Outro]
G Em
So sad, so sad, so sad
Dm Em F G Am
So sad, so sad, so sad
G Em
So sad, so sad, so sad
Dm Em F G Am
So sad, so sad, so sad
G Em Dm Em F G Am
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* play in fade-out effect
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