the game - f*ck a b*tch (feat. nipsey hussle, elijah black, joe moses) lyrics
[hook: game]
f-ck a b-tch(x12)
[verse 1: game & elijah blake]
naw i ain’t on sucka sh-t
pull up to ya mama house yellin’ out (f-ck a b-tch)
who you think you f-ckin with
all these hoes with me but you can have em
i don’t cuff a b-tch, pull up in some other sh-t
not that sh-t my other sh-t
this my bread and b-tter
peanut b-tter guts in the whip
project dirty got the pyrex burning
totin’ iron moving birdies
i’m a rich -ss burglar
don’t get yo b-tch -ss murdered
i’m from compton hub city
got my thugs with me got my bloods with me
maserati do a buck fitty
[pre-hook: elijah blake]
i fin no n-gga, i trust no b-tch
and these pretty bad broads be all on my d-ck
got this album on red, gon’ make sure it don’t drip
see i fin no n-gga i trust no b-tch
i don’t trust no b-tch, real n-ggas be like
[hook: game]
f-ck a b-tch(x6)
[verse 2: nipsey hu$$le]
look, f-ck a b-tch, never on no sucka sh-t
always on some money motivated nipsey hu$$le sh-t
p-ss on her, go fast on her
pull out [?] coupes and count cash on her
hoggy with me if i point he gon’ blast on em
drop racks on a case that’s a gag order
tough talk turn to sad stories
f-ck a b-tch if he die that’s too bad for it
f-ck a b-tch i’m too fly i’m a -ssh0l-
i’m a bougie -ss n-gga with these fast hoes
i got stripes and stamps on my p-ssport
you got life f-cked up so yo -ss broke
i be in some new sh-t
hunnid thousand dollar coupe sh-t
v.i.p [?] sh-t
b-tch ‘fore you hit my bottle who is you with?
[pre-hook: elijah blake]
i fin no n-gga, i trust no b-tch
and these pretty bad broads be all on my d-ck
got this album on red, gon’ make sure it don’t drip
see i fin no n-gga i trust no b-tch
i don’t trust no b-tch, real n-ggas be like
[hook: game]
f-ck a b-tch(x6)
[verse 3: joe moses]
f-ck a basketball wife and bet i didn’t say nothin’
put a k up on a n-gga bet he won’t bang nothin’
for the roley for the homie blood sweater we pimpin’
red bottoms cost a church ye i swear that i’m christian
i’ma [?] on the b-tch, rain hail snow
and if i ever love a b-tch i’m like h-ll no
well maybe at the supper [?] we like tu
we had to nickname this model b-tch pu
i’m the man in the city, ap’s and gold bottles
nine out of ten she suck it she gon’ swallow
nine out of ten she lookin for ball players
i’ma pimp or buy mine giuseppe’s don’t do gators
weave to your knees believing you too on
f-ckin’ for a sip in the club you too wrong
game called the n-gga i’m like what’s the deal
he like f-ck a b-tch n-gga, i’m like ye it’s trill
[pre-hook: elijah blake]
i fin no n-gga, i trust no b-tch
and these pretty bad broads be all on my d-ck
got this album on red, gon’ make sure it don’t drip
see i fin no n-gga i trust no b-tch
i don’t trust no b-tch, real n-ggas be like
[hook: game]
f-ck a b-tch(x6)
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