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Artist: The Game f/ AV, Eric Bellinger, Problem, Too $hort
Album:  Year of the Wolf
Song:   Or Nah
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

[Intro: Too $hort]
Don't fight the feelin'
That's right, don't fight the feelin'

[Interlude: The Game]
Say, my life is like a movie, nigga, fuckin' every day
Fuckin' every day, nigga, fuckin' every day
Say, my life is like a movie, nigga, fuckin' every day
Missionary, doggy style, nigga, fuckin' every way, go

[Verse 1: The Game]
I'm not the nigga you thought that
That trickin', we off that, I hit that, no fallback
She ratchet, I like it, I hold it, she bite it
She lick it and suck it, I fuck it, he wife it
No feelings for a ho that ain't my main thing
My niggas on the same thing, all my niggas gang bang
Bitches do choke, this is my boo
Two C's on that bag but she throw a Piru
And we off that Ciroc, she don't mind it I do
Her girlfriend a thot, tell her hop in my coupé
Tell her hop in my bed, tell her hop off my roof
My baby-mama trippin' and that bitch can shoot but

[Chorus: The Game]
You gon' let me hit or nah?
"Can I get the dick or nah?"
You gon' let me watch you strip or nah?
"Can a bitch get a fit or nah?"

[Bridge: Eric Bellinger]
Girl, once you get it, you got it forever
Oh, nah, so let me hit it
Girl, once you get it, you got it forever
Oh, girl, so let me hit it

[Verse 2: Eric Bellinger]
If you let a nigga come through
I'm give it to you better than you ever had it
Girl, I promise, I'm a be the only thing you want to do
Makin' you forgot about your niggas automatic, you already know
I can fuck you better, can we live together?

[Verse 3: Problem]
Bitch a problem, bitch, you better follow me
I give you this dick, you hit the lottery
I know all the stars, astrology
Last deposit fucked up the whole economy
Get that, spent twenty-ten, bitch-nigga
Kush, piff in it, every white string infinite
You different, last night, niggas picturin'
Seven times, had a black chick tryin' white shit
Federline, I’m the future, real beef, I’ll shoot you
Walk-walk, no talk-talk, no sub and no woofers
It's on, tell by my tone
Real nigga call, better answer your phone

[Chorus + Bridge]

[Verse 4: AV]
You gon' be a nigga's bitch or nah?
You gon' let a nigga hit or nah?
What you sayin', know you're with it so why you playin?
Bitch, you better fuck a rich nigga while you can
I be on one, two C's for the city
I'm on, I got Crip and Blood niggas with me
Wait up, just tell me you with it and let me get it
Baby, you can skip the bullshit and let me hit it
Three pills down, got me rollin' like Nip
Keep playin' games but you know that you a flip, hold up
Bitch, quit playin' and give it up
You gon' let a nigga hit or what? What's up?

[Chorus + Bridge]

[Outro: Too $hort]
Don't fight it baby
Don't fight the feelin'
You know a nigga tryna fuck
I like that bitch, teah, baby
Your pussy wet? Take them panties off
Don't fight it, let a nigga hit that shit
You like to fuck, all these bitches love fuckin'