Songtext zu ' U Got Da Game Wrong ' von Three 6 Mafia

chorus
(La chat&Juicy J)
i need a couch bag, bitch u got da game wrong, i need my hair done, hoe u got
da game wrong,i need my rent paid, bitch u got da game wrong,i need my nails
done, hoe u got da game wrong

verse1
(Juicy J)

Yeah she freaky freaky deeky did ya see her in a bikini
porno movies we got plenty and you know they smoke them beanies
for this chick you might be feanin for you virgins nuthin but dreamin
if she stuck up i'm like wut up i aint got nuthin but lent and pennies
tell yo boyfriend cut tha crappin heard he got that fire ass cappin
always wearin that shiny white gold tellin everybody it's platinum
don't you groupies hate on juicy actin like you never knew me
aint the one be droppin dollars i'm just out ta get tha chewin
now she f**kin one of my niggas pimp the hoe we comb tha trigga
watchin us on b.e.t and chillin wit our nigga tigga
why they dated i aint hatin got a call from sally payton
now i'm gamin on this hizzoe took her out real latey latey
pushin bently's ridin caddy's when she see me call me daddy heard she like ta
cheef on chronic roll it up and hit this cali you f**k my bitch i f**k yo
bitch thats the way it is in showbiz make for sho that freak you don't kiss
keep that spray for smelly fishes.

chorus
(la chat&juicy j)
i need a couch bag, bitch u got da game wrong, i need my hair done, hoe u got
da game wrong,i need my rent paid, bitch u got da game wrong,i need my nails
done, hoe u got da game wrong,i need my car fixed, bitch u got da game wrong,my
baby need some shoes,hoe u got da game wrong,i wanna go out tonight,bitch u got
da game wrong, man he just my friend, hoe u got da game wrong.

verse2
(Dj Paul)

Bitch drop that purse like it's hot i'm pickin it up like it's not
stayin fresh in brand new clothes sponsered by brand new hoes keepin one on
every block she f**k up bust her head wit glock when i slam caddilac dooes 17
inch vogues on tha curb sippin syrup askin broad whats tha word wrong answer
mean as cancer when i'm on that f**kin burb runny nose and roastin hoes kickin
in them hotel dooes gotta keep that paper right up all night and high off white
big bizness bizness big when you talkin bout pimpin trick gotta keep a eye out
for them bitches tryin ta pimp ya dig in tha 2 thou man that shit done got so
popular push a pimp like me way back some backwards binoculars but real pimps
gon stay afloat like rubbr ducks in white folks tubs clouds creepin up above
smoke burnin from this bud
bitch feel it fo i deal it hoe how you gon hustle me i'm born and bred by
h.c.p i'll leave your blood off in these streets biatch.

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