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Viewing Lyrics for U Got Da Game Wrong:

Artist:THREE SIX MAFIA
No album artwork found
Album:Miscellaneous
Track:U Got Da Game Wrong
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:95
 
Lyrics:Album: Choices

(Feat. Project Pat)


[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Yah, she
freaky, freaky deeky, didnt ya see her in a bikini
Porno movies we got plenty, and ya know
they smoke them beenies
For this chick you might be feenin, for you birshes, might be dreamin

If she stuck up, I'm like whut up?I ain't got nothin but lent and pennies
Tell yo
boyfriend cut the crap-and, heard he got that fire ass capp-and
Always wearin that shiny white
gold, tellin everybody its platinum
Dont you groupies hate on Juicy, actin like you never knew
me
I ain't the one be droppin dollars, I'm just out to get the chewin
Now she fuckin one
of my niggas, pimped the trick weak on the trigga
Watchin us on BET and, chillin wit our nigga
Tigger
Why they datin, I ain't hatin, got a call from Sally Payton
Now I'm gamin on this
hi-zoe, took her out real latey latey
Pushin Bentleys, ridin caddy, when she see me calls me
daddy
Heard she like to chief on chronic, roll it up and hit this Cali
You fuck my
bitch, I fuck yo bitch, thats the way it is in showbiz
Mane fa sho that freak you dont kiss,
keep that spray for smelly fishes

[Chorus:]
I need a coach bag
Bitch you got
da game wrong
I need my hair done
Bitch you got da game wrong
I wanna go out
tonight
Bitch you got da game wrong
Mane thats just my friend
Bitch you got da
game wrong
I need my car fixed
Bitch you got da game wrong
my baby needs some
shoes
Bitch you got da game wrong
I wanna go out tonight
Bitch you got da game
wrong
Mane thats just my friend
Bitch you got da game wrong

[Verse 2: DJ
Paul]
Bitch, drop that purse like its hot, I'm pickin it up like its not
Stayin fresh in
brand new clothes, sponsored by my brand new hoes
Keepin one on every block, she fuck up bust
her head with glock
When I slam cadillac do's, 17 inch vogues
On the curb, sip and
serve, ask a broad "whats the word?"
Wrong answer mean as cancer when I'm on that fuckin bird

Runny nose and roastin hoes, kickin in them hotel do's
Gotta keep that paper right, up
all night and hype off white
Big Bizness, Bizness Big when you talkin bout pimpin trick

Gotta keep an eye out for them bitches tryna pimp ya dig?
In the 2 thou, manne that shit done
got so popular
Push a pimp like me way back like some backwards binoculars
But real
pimps gon stay afloat like rubber ducks in white folks tubs
Clouds creepin up above, smoke
burnin from this bud
Bitch, feel it 'fore I deal it, hoe how you gon hustle me?
Im born
and bred by HCP, I'll leave your blood off in these streets! Beatch!

[Repeat Chorus]
 
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