CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Free Game
Miss.U Made This
She done gave you fifteen bands this month
The rent due, you ran through it
You can't even pay that?
She done gave you fifty in a ninety-day run
And you mean to tell me you ain't got a car yet?
Y-You just spent it on clothes and jewelry
And hella things that you can't even keep up with
And then have the nerve to turn around and pop it like this for a sucker
But you the reason that we got faggots, uh
Yeah man, Epson's all been real good to a lot of hoes out there, man
Fatty Gees, what's happenin' man
Feets to the streets, metatarsals, tarsals and phalangеs, man
I didn't write the book, I just read thе motherf**ker
Ain't you tired of these [?] folks
Like the ones that be three to five deep and still ain't got no dough
Got a little bit of game
But don't got no structure, no morals, shut the bag and go broke
And these [?] be poppin' it
Like "He bum, he ain't this, he ain't that"
Then they fag and go back to the same sh*t they complain about
Like, why she do that?
Look, you been f**kin' seven years and make car payments
Goddamn, that's stanky
She don't square sh*t, she just pop it like she not
Get out yo' feelings, do yo' job and just pay me
And what's up with these n***as your ain't friend yippin'
How you folks tellin' first to block folks, I don't get it
I thought it was fair game
Hm, You should be a motherf**kin'-
She done gave you fifteen bands this month
The rent due, you ran through it
You can't even pay that?
She done gave you fifty in a ninety-day run
And you mean to tell me you ain't got a car yet?
Y-You just spent it on clothes and jewelry
And hella things that you can't even keep up with
And then have the nerve to turn around and pop it like this for a sucker
But you the reason that we got faggots, uh
B*t*h, it's Suga Free and Crash Dummy
I ain't the smartest motherf**ker in the world but you just another b*t*h that need gas money
And this is some news you can use, b*t*h
A million motherf**kers wanna be in my shoes
B*t*h, I'm a legend in these streets, the better kind
How many y'all n***as know where y'all b*t*h at right now? Nevermind
Believe everything that b*t*h tell you, huh?
Don't lie to splurge
Boyfriend pimpin' n***a sh*t, what is it, mine or hers? Mobay then
Your average n***a a' break his neck to go to your house-
Have I ever been there?
O-O-Okay then
What I'mma give a b*t*h a pa** for?
Spent all that time in school and got a job that ain't got nothin' to do what you went to cla** for
Here goes some real Suga Free toughener
If the b*t*h got a gang of play cousins and play brothers
They f**kin' her
Suga Free the P, look like the game heard
If the b*t*h got two or three phones, she either a hoe or a brain surgeon
I didn't write the book, motherf**ker
I just read what was in the motherf**ker
She done gave you fifteen bands this month
The rent due, you ran through it
You can't even pay that?
She done gave you fifty in a ninety-day run
And you mean to tell me you ain't got a car yet?
Y-You just spent it on clothes and jewelry
And hella things that you can't even keep up with
And then have the nerve to turn around and pop it like this for a sucker
But you the reason that we got faggots, uh
Yeah man, Epson's all been real good to a lot of hoes out there, man
Fatty Gees, what's happenin' man
Feets to the streets, metatarsals, tarsals and phalangеs, man
I didn't write the book, I just read thе motherf**ker
Ain't you tired of these [?] folks
Like the ones that be three to five deep and still ain't got no dough
Got a little bit of game
But don't got no structure, no morals, shut the bag and go broke
And these [?] be poppin' it
Like "He bum, he ain't this, he ain't that"
Then they fag and go back to the same sh*t they complain about
Like, why she do that?
Look, you been f**kin' seven years and make car payments
Goddamn, that's stanky
She don't square sh*t, she just pop it like she not
Get out yo' feelings, do yo' job and just pay me
And what's up with these n***as your ain't friend yippin'
How you folks tellin' first to block folks, I don't get it
I thought it was fair game
Hm, You should be a motherf**kin'-
She done gave you fifteen bands this month
The rent due, you ran through it
You can't even pay that?
She done gave you fifty in a ninety-day run
And you mean to tell me you ain't got a car yet?
Y-You just spent it on clothes and jewelry
And hella things that you can't even keep up with
And then have the nerve to turn around and pop it like this for a sucker
But you the reason that we got faggots, uh
B*t*h, it's Suga Free and Crash Dummy
I ain't the smartest motherf**ker in the world but you just another b*t*h that need gas money
And this is some news you can use, b*t*h
A million motherf**kers wanna be in my shoes
B*t*h, I'm a legend in these streets, the better kind
How many y'all n***as know where y'all b*t*h at right now? Nevermind
Believe everything that b*t*h tell you, huh?
Don't lie to splurge
Boyfriend pimpin' n***a sh*t, what is it, mine or hers? Mobay then
Your average n***a a' break his neck to go to your house-
Have I ever been there?
O-O-Okay then
What I'mma give a b*t*h a pa** for?
Spent all that time in school and got a job that ain't got nothin' to do what you went to cla** for
Here goes some real Suga Free toughener
If the b*t*h got a gang of play cousins and play brothers
They f**kin' her
Suga Free the P, look like the game heard
If the b*t*h got two or three phones, she either a hoe or a brain surgeon
I didn't write the book, motherf**ker
I just read what was in the motherf**ker
