U Got Da Game Wrong

Three 6 Mafia

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    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.

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    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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