Que - Games lyrics

[Intro] f** these hoes man, on my momma [Hook] I'm done with the f**ing games(4x) I ain't f**ing with nomore ungrateful b**hes Little petty a**, spiteful and hateful b**hes And if it ever feel like a n***a can take yo b**h, 9 times outta 10 She prolly ain't yo b**h you digg I'm done with the f**ing games(4x) [Verse 1] On my dead baby i tried to change, but i ain't with the f**ing games I dont even f** with i can't, this ain't no f**ing charade Dawg all of these b**hes I treat em the f**ing same Thats a promise im making, Im taking that to my f**ing grave My past 3 b**hes i refrain from hitting sh** My first one was just addicted to lame n***as Second b**h i was with was addicted to pain k**ers And my present b**h was my side b**h, 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** a parody I'd rather snack on some asparagus, f** it im arrogant I dont want your heart, baby girl you can spare me.. b*tch [Hook] [Verse 2] The b**hes with the best p**y, they be the pettiest Ugly b**hes, s**y b**h we know who the messiest Its the pretty hoes, broke as f** but piece of diddy though Putting on, b**h flexing like f** 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***a tricking on you, b**h i know you had an endorser Why you want a child, b**h you couldn't take care your yorkie Who you think you fooling with the fake celine bag First time we f**ed, b**h I f**ed on the bean bag And I used to f** all your friends back when we road the G-Wag The young n***a drop, that when you threw the p**y And i wasn't even shocked, cause i know you been looking And just like a n***a, i said f** it and took it As dizzy try to tell me that your forever crooked.. b*tch! [Hook]