Three 6 Mafia - U Got Da Game Wrong lyrics

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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 fuckin 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 fuck my bitch i fuck yo

bitch thats the way it is in showbiz make for sho that freak you don't kiss

keep that spray for smelly fishes.

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 fuck 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 fuckin 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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