That chick ain t yours lyrics. Maino

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That chick ain t yours lyrics

. 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 motherfuckin' player? Your whole life is on Instagram Ghost as shit, you ain't living man With them cars I don't see 'em, damn You ain't that nigga Fake fuck, fake life, fake Roley, fake ice In the club, no ace right You ain't that nigga Telling people you rich hah You the leader of the Crips hah Model chick is your bitch hah You ain't that nigga You don't know real killers boy Ain't been around drug dealing boy Get a load of this fuck boy You ain't that nigga Tricking all in this bitch I just nutted all in this bitch You still liking all of her pits You know that car ain't yours dog You front for all of these whores dog Cut it out come on dog You ain't down you photo bombing Taking pics with rap niggas Groupie's how you act nigga You ain't that nigga Yo niggas ain't hard as mine You pop shit but you hard to find In the club your card declined You ain't that nigga You fucked up big time You're incapable of running this shit Sit your five dollar ass down before I make change Lame nigga you been a liar Coke talk your drug supplier Where your name, you ain't on the flier You chill with her, you ain't fuck Rihanna I was sent to bring all that back Block work, bring the corners back Five nines and a couple Macs Damn they know all of that You a shooter caught bodies hah Jumping out of Bugatis hah You promoted this party hah You ain't that nigga In the strip club no dollar bills But you still trying to cop a feel Bitches said you not real You ain't that nigga You stay fly on designer hah Big baller, you buying hah Baby mama can't find you hah You ain't that nigga Fake thug, you Twitter talking Lame nigga, you pillow talking She don't like it, you still stalking You ain't that nigga From the first page you been a lame No dope boy you ain't in the game Stop trying to be what you ain't You ain't that nigga This the shit that you niggas love This the shit that you bitches want These the niggas you think is cool These the niggas you showing love Same niggas that'll like her Is the same nigga that'll like him I know niggas just like him He ain't that nigga. 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??? Wanna run down to the rhymer. My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours Listen, I'm saying my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My chick bad, badder than yours My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words Her swagger don't stop, her body won't quit So, fool, pipe down, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit My chick bad, tell me if you've seen her She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena All white top, all white belt And all white jeans, body looking like milk No time for games, she's full grown My chick bad, tell your chick to go home My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker She rides that dick and she handles her liquor I knock a bitch out and fight Comin' out swingin' like Tiger Woods's wife Yeah, she can get a lil' hasty Chicks better cover up their chests like pasties Couple girlfriends and they all a lil' crazy Comin' down the street like a parade, Macy's I fill her up, balloons Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons D'oh, but I ain't talk about Homer Chick so bad, the whole crew wanna bone her My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours Now all these bitches wanna try and be my bestie But I take a left and leave 'em hangin' like a testie Trash talk to 'em, then I put 'em in a Hefty Running down the court, I'm dunkin' on 'em, Lisa Leslie It's going down, basement Friday the 13th, guess who's playing Jason? Ey nigga what you frontin' for? Let's take it to the stage Let's break it live N' let me do my thing Cos' havin' a ball Ain't nothin' but a chicken wing Freak, when Bootsy on a string Wants some lines, baby Then it's yours Keep the drummer down, baby On course We can spend some time, baby It ain't yours Come on! 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??? Ey nigga what you frontin' for? The coolest is the coolest. I'll be right on time. .

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Paroles She Belongs To The Game par Troy Ave

That chick ain t yours lyrics

Yeah it's freaky deaky, baby! 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. . You think you know but you have no idea Hope you're ready You say you a gangsta, keep saying you a gangsta Really think you a gangsta, don't you? I go wreck your chick. Ey nigga what you frontin' for? 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? 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. To the C-A-R to the O-L-Y-N.

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Dustin Lynch

That chick ain t yours lyrics

Ey nigga what you frontin' for? Tuck yourself in, you better hold on to your teddy It's Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playing Freddy? Read my funk Keep my funk Ain't nothin' but the funk, baby And you just don't stop We're goin' hip hop no stop But what ya want, sir Do you want some bass Well, just in case. Ey nigga what you frontin' for? Gotta get ya on freak on You gotta keep on freak it on. 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? Give it even though you don't deserve it I'll switch it up, make you want more when I switch it up Show you what's yours when I switch it up Watch me switch it, switch it, switch Lover, your mother Anythin' you need I'm at your service Temporary secretary Give it even though you don't deserve it I'll switch it up on you Then I'll take it back from you Boy, you're gonna be so sick for me You said you was gangsta Kept sayin' you was gangsta Really thought you was gangsta Now look at you And now you cryin' at my driveway, knockin' on my door Goin' crazy, can't reach me 'cause I switched my phone Caught up with you, now you know better Never ever mess with a gangasta. . Do the freak, do the freak. Yes I couldn't get 'nuff of you Check it out, c'mon You need the man with the funk Puttin' more junks in the trunk Givin' em wot they want But no front I get busy with miles I rob my sister and not just cars, baby So just take my funk Claim my funk. Gotta get ya on freak on You gotta keep on freak it on.

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Maino

That chick ain t yours lyrics

I'm for weak out baby. Make a blind man see. Ey nigga what you frontin' for? But I love her though! Ey nigga what you frontin' for? Like that, and check this funk trace. In 1998, she launched her sol… Year: 771 Views Yo heh heh tell him it's like uhh you know uhh Sweet sweet tell him Let me be patient let me be kind Make me unselfish without being blind Though I may suffer I'll envy it not And endure what comes 'Cause he's all that I got and tell him Tell him I need him Tell him I love him And it'll be alright Tell him tell him I need him Tell him I love him It'll be alright Now I may have faith to make mountains fall But if I lack love then I am nothin' at all I can give away everything I possess But left without love then I have no happiness I know I'm imperfect I know I'm imperfect And not without sin and not without sin But now that I'm older all childish things end and tell him Tell him I need him Tell him I love him And it'll be alright Tell him tell him I need him Tell him I love him It'll be alright I'll never be jealous And I won't be too proud 'Cause love is not boastful Ooh and love is not loud Tell him I need him Tell him I love him Everything's gonna be alright Now I may have wisdom and knowledge on earth But if I speak wrong then what is it worth? Gotta get ya on freak on. .

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Paroles She Belongs To The Game par Troy Ave

That chick ain t yours lyrics

Never there was anyone greater. Put your body in motion. Ey nigga what you frontin' for? Ey nigga what you frontin' for? But I love her though! Ey nigga what you frontin' for? The buttons of your shirt. Ey nigga what you frontin' for? Now that's mean I got to chew. I love to go off da wall. 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? So check it out, girl. Chef cooking for me, they say my shoe came crazy The mental asylum looking for me You a rookie to me, I'm in that wham-bam-purple-lam Damn, bitch, you been a fan My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad And when we all alone, I might just tip her She slides down the pole like a certified stripper When we all alone, I might tip her She slides down the pole like a certified stripper When we all alone, I might just tip her She slides down the pole like a certified stripper When we all alone, I might just tip her She slides down the pole like a certified stripper.

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metro

That chick ain t yours lyrics

Ey nigga 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 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??? Yes I couldn't get 'nuff of you. Ey nigga what you frontin' for? Where the finest is the finest. 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? You gotta keep on freak it on. To the words I say. So sad, so sad, so sad So sad, so sad, so sad That chick ain't yours You might've fucked that girl You might've 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? Party baby, freak it baby. Make a deaf man hear. See what we now know is nothing compared To the love that was shown when our lives were spared and tell him Tell him I need him Tell him I love him And it'll be alright Tell him tell him I need him Tell him I love him It'll be alright Tell him that I need him It'll be alright It'll be alright see It'll be alright see When the evening comes In the night time In the morning In the evening baby.

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Troy Ave

That chick ain t yours lyrics

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. I am the freak out baby. Ey nigga what you frontin' for? The girls like lacquer polish of their nail. 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 That's just the way that it go Too real nigga in the feel nigga Porsche 911 with the wood grain creeper 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 wrestlin' Super fly nigga, punk nigga 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 fuck with a real g H-O-S-T at the crib, power Jet jacuzzi, 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? Hey yo Bootsy, hit us with the bass. 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? When I'm scheduled to rock ya. Ey nigga what you frontin' for? Ey nigga what you frontin' for? And you be swimmin' with your clothes on.

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metro

That chick ain t yours lyrics

It's all a temporary condition. Make you shake your derry. Do the freak y'all, do the freak. 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 That's just the way that it go Too real nigga in the feel nigga Porsche 911 with the wood grain creeper 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 wrestlin' Super fly nigga, punk nigga 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 fuck with a real g H-O-S-T at the crib, power Jet jacuzzi, 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? 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 busting these hoes I be finessing for dough That's just the way that it go Too real nigga in the feel nigga Porsche 911 with the wood grain creeper 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 lot of questions Got her in a chicken wing no it's not wrestlin' Super fly nigga, punk nigga hold the ropes Baby, come through for this body slam, whoa She ain't under arrest, let the girl free Let her come out and fuck with a real g H-O-S-T at the crib, power Jet Jacuzzi, gettin' dirty in the shower That chick ain't yours You might've fucked that girl You might've 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? Don't t you know it's a weak out, baby. She ain't under arrest, let the girl free Let her come out and fuck with a real g??? Hey yo, we're havin' the funk outta space. Ey nigga what you frontin' for? That's what I keep feelin' myself. .

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