Games lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck these hoes man, on my momma

[Hook]
I'm done with the f*cking games(4x)
I ain't f*cking with nomore ungrateful b*tches
Little petty ass, spiteful and hateful b*tches
And if it ever feel like a n*gga can take yo b*tch, 9 times outta 10
She prolly ain't yo b*tch you digg
I'm done with the f*cking games(4x)

[Verse 1]
On my dead baby i tried to change, but i ain't with the f*cking games
I dont even f*ck with i can't, this ain't no f*cking charade
Dawg all of these b*tches I treat em the f*cking same
Thats a promise im making, Im taking that to my f*cking grave
My past 3 b*tches i refrain from hitting sh*t
My first one was just addicted to lame n*ggas
Second b*tch i was with was addicted to pain killers
And my present b*tch was my side b*tch, that my main tender
Break your back for a ho, she gon want you to break it some more
b*tch PLEASE, that ain't the way it go
I ain't chasing none of you hoes, I might sprain my toe
And I dont like injuries, all that love sh*t a parody
I'd rather snack on some asparagus, f*ck it im arrogant
I dont want your heart, baby girl you can spare me.. b*tch
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
The b*tches with the best pus*y, they be the pettiest
Ugly b*tches, sexy b*tch we know who the messiest
Its the pretty hoes, broke as f*ck but piece of diddy though
Putting on, b*tch flexing like f*ck
Is you sick or is you not, is you pregnant or what
How you at a pool party you just had an abortion
Something fishy going on, i think they call for extortion
n*gga tricking on you, b*tch i know you had an endorser
Why you want a child, b*tch you couldn't take care your yorkie
Who you think you fooling with the fake celine bag
First time we f*cked, b*tch I f*cked on the bean bag
And I used to f*ck all your friends back when we road the G-Wag
The young n*gga drop, that when you threw the pus*y
And i wasn't even shocked, cause i know you been looking
And just like a n*gga, i said f*ck it and took it
As dizzy try to tell me that your forever crooked.. b*tch!

[Hook]