Troy Ave – She Belongs To The Game (Album Of The Summer Album)

You mighta said you love that girl
You mighta said you love that girl
Where you at, who you with, whole lotta questions
When you come home there’s no food still you fed

But she belong to the game
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
I just be bustin these hoes
Ab done had her
[Hook: Troy Ave]
But I love her though!

You mighta said you love that girl
How could you wife her
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
I’m that punk

This the part the DJs gonna kill on the intro
[Hook: Troy Ave]
You put the pillow on your face and yell ‘Oh brother’
Baby come through for this body slam, whoah
I’m gone baby, later
She belong to the game

I did it with affection
Busy trickin’ tryna change that whole life huh
You mighta fucked that girl
I be finessin’ for dough
Let her come out and fuck with a real g
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
That chick ain’t yours
Imma text you the answer
Thought you had a wife huh
So sad, so sad, so sad
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
We went to jail and turned Allahu Akbar
One shot empty it out she lovin’ the taste
[Verse 2: Troy Ave]

You mighta said you love that girl
A crack star turned rap star
You mighta fucked that girl
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
Knowin’ we could have that bitch any way
You reach for the booty and she tell you don’t touch her
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
Ey nigga what you frontin’ for?
Porsche 911 with the wood grain creeper
You mighta fucked that girl
She belong to the game
That chick ain’t yours

And when she’s with me I let her do her thing

Did it for protection

So nigga what you frontin’ for?
[Verse 3: Young Lito]
Yeah you her man but you don’t even matter
Drop top boy I ain’t tryna save money
Hov done had her
She belong to the game
Shoulda knew that that bitch wasn’t right bruh
But she belong to the game
Ey nigga what you frontin’ for?
That chick ain’t yours
So sad, so sad, so sad
I don’t be cuffin’ these hoes
It’s a damn shame that you tryna save honey
She like my dick in her mouth and gun on my waist
She don’t like flowers or movie dates
Give a nigga dome
If you knew the shit we did you’d probly stab her
She just wanna roam
That chick ain’t yours
So sad, so sad, so sad
Up get it, up live it
That’s just the way that it go
[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
Jet jacuzzi, we gettin’ dirty in the shower
[Outro]
So sad, so sad, so sad
Your girl sound asleep cause a real nigga fucked her
She belong to the game
H-O-S-T at the crib, power
So nigga what you frontin’ for?
So sad, so sad, so sad
Don’t worry, crack a smile, you’ll be OK!
[Hook: Troy Ave]
And when she’s with me I let her do her thing
Got her in a chicken wing no it’s not wrestlin’
So nigga what you frontin’ for?
Then turn around and take her back anyway
We all hit it player you ain’t the only batter
Too real nigga in the feel nigga
[Intro: Troy Ave]
[Hook: Troy Ave]
Misisionary, doggy style, any day
She ain’t under arrest, let the girl free
So sad, so sad, so sad
But she belong to the game
You mighta fucked that girl
But that don’t stop her from creepin’ every night huh

Ey nigga what you frontin’ for?
So nigga what you frontin’ for?
Shawty ask ‘Why you such a motherfukin’ playa?’

Without an insecure nigga blowin’ up her phone
Out yo door to get bread
But she belong to the game
Ey nigga what you frontin’ for?
Super fly nigga, punk nigga hold the ropes
So sad, so sad, so sad

That’s the shit to put a smile on her face
Hit it with that good ol’ long hard erection
Readin’ books like a sucker