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the game - fuck a bitch 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

[bridge: elijah blake]
i fear no n-gga, i trust no b-tch
and these pretty bad broads be all on my d-ck
got this amaretto make sure it don’t drip
see i fear 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 benz 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
hundred thousand plus coupe sh-t
v.i.p rose bull sh-t
b-tch ‘fore you hit my bottle who is you with?

[bridge]

[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’
bought a roley for the homie, blood swear that he pimpin’
red bottoms cost a church sh-t i swear that i’m christian
i’m a all on a b-tch- rain, hail, snow
and if i ever love a b-tch, i’m like h-ll no
well maybe at the supperclub we was tu
we had to nickname this model b-tch pu
i’m the man in the city, ap’s and gold bottles
9 out of 10 she suck and she gon’ swallow
9 out of 10 she lookin’ for ball players
i’m a pimp about 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 yeah it’s trill

[bridge]

hook: [game]
f-ck a b-tch(x6)

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