That chick ain t yours lyrics. Troy Ave

Troy Ave

That chick ain t yours lyrics

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? And all of the players, the movers and shakers The storymaker suits have gone home You drew the last slot You thought it was your shot But now it's just one more chance blown But what if you're just a vessel? Tuck yourself in, you better hold on to your teddy It's Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playing Freddy? 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? 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? 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 So sad, so sad, so sad So sad, so sad, so sad Lito Young Mas eu a amo embora! 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? Growing up in town with population 50, 000. 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? 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 read this letter real good and take it as a warning. 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?. Only 3 high school, 8 sets of low-income housing. Ey nigga what you frontin' for? We would've spoke a long time ago, but we thought you would've flopped.

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That chick ain t yours lyrics

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? She ain't under arrest, let the girl free Let her come out and fuck with a real g? Tão triste, tão triste, tão triste Tão triste, tão triste, tão triste Aquela garota não é seu Você mighta fodido que a menina Você mighta disse que você ama essa menina Mas ela pertence ao jogo E quando ela está comigo eu deixá-la fazer sua coisa Então negro que você frontin 'para? 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? 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? When she touches me I'm wishing that they were your hands And when I'm with her, it's only 'bout the sex But with you I had a bad romance And if I could Just trade her in I would 'Cause nobody compares to you No, yeah I think I better let her go I can't leave you alone Every day that I'm with her All I want is you I wanna leave, but I'm afraid That you don't even feel the same And now I realize that she ain't you Oh, no, no, no-no, no Oh, no, no, no-no, no She ain't you No-no-no-no-no-no 'Cause she ain't No, she ain't you I've been sleeping out For quite some nights now It's not the same in my bed But if she found out What's going on in my head It'll be all bad, have me right back But you don't understand it, girl, oh When she touches me I'm wishing that they were your hands And when I'm with her it's only 'bout the sex But with you I had a bad romance And if I could Just trade her in I would 'Cause nobody compares to you No, yeah I think I better let her go I can't leave you alone Every day that I'm with her All I want is you I wanna leave, but I'm afraid That you don't even feel the same And now I realize that she ain't you She a-ain't, she ain't you, no She a-ain't, she ain't you, no She a-ain't, she ain't you, no She a-ain't, she ain't you, no She a-ain't, she ain't you, no She a-ain't, she ain't you, no She a-ain't, she ain't you, no I think I better let her go I can't leave you alone Every day that I'm with her All I want is you I wanna leave, but I'm afraid That you don't even feel the same And now I realize that she ain't you Oh Oh, no, no, no-no, no Oh, no-no-no-no Oh, no, no, no-no, no Hey, hey, hey She ain't you No-no-no-no-no-no 'Cause she ain't No, she ain't you. 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? 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. Young Lito But I love her though! And God gave you something special? Ey nego o que você frontin 'para? Ela pertence ao jogo E quando ela está comigo eu deixá-la fazer sua coisa Uma estrela de crack virou estrela do rap Eu sou isso? That same road that brought you here Will sure as hell take you home The life you left behind will have you back You're tired of payin' dues Your worn out shoes and broadway blues And any fool will tell you the damn old deck is stacked But what if you're just a vessel? 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 x2. 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? 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. 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? It ain't yours to throw away It ain't yours to throw away Every time you open up your mouth Diamonds come rollin' out It ain't yours to throw away No. 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. Ela pertence ao jogo E quando ela está comigo eu deixá-la fazer sua coisa Tão triste, tão triste, tão triste Tão triste, tão triste, tão triste.

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TROY AVE

That chick ain t yours lyrics

Sincerly yours, nigga, you know motherfuckin' who. In a town as cold as January Life comes true And dreams get buried Every day Just so we won't be denied It ain't yours to throw away No, it ain't yours to throw away 'Cause every time you open up your mouth Diamonds come rolling out It ain't yours to throw away It ain't yours to throw away Throw away. We'll be watching when you sleep and when you wake up in the morning. 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. Man, you two niggas got some nuts, to graduate to mainstream status, From being two broke bastards from off the cuts.

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TROY AVE

That chick ain t yours lyrics

Ey nigga what you frontin' for? It ain't yours to throw away It ain't yours to throw away Every time you open up your mouth Diamonds come rolling out It ain't yours to throw away No. 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? The people that you running with and everything you do. We been watching your success ever since you niggas dropped. . .

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