Trick Daddy
Bet That [Explicit] lyrics
Songwriters: Long, Buddy Hiki; Young, Charles; Harr, Andrew; Seriki, Hakeem T; Young, Maurice; Jackson, Jermaine
Sittin' high, still ridin' on big whips
Still fly, still grindin', gettin' big checks
Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back
And you can bet that, you can bet that
I ride, I shine, nigga, you can know
I smoke, I drank Boloco
22's, 24's, how we roll
I'm a Dunk Ryder fo' sho'
Everyday, me and my dog, we wilin'
7 tres, 7 5 Dunk Rydin'
And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin'
Big 9 with me 'cuz a fuck nigga try me
They all already know how I let him go
And kill his ass and then show at his funeral
How the hell a O.B. gon' try me?
I'm O.G. on and off TV, see
Middle fingers in the air, tell 'em fuck y'all
Tryin' to hate on my dogs? Hell, fuck, no
Why you hatin' on a nigga like that?
Why you tryin' to stab a nigga in his back?
I know some niggas don't like this
But them niggas is the reason I'm like this
Fuck niggas done made me mad
I'm 'bout to snap and put this K on his ass
Sittin' high, still ridin' on big whips
Still fly, still grindin', gettin' big checks
Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back
And you can bet that, you can bet that
I ride, I shine, nigga, you can know
I smoke, I drank Boloco
22's, 24's, how we roll
I'm a Dunk Ryder fo' sho'
I pull up Bentleys, lookin' like they not annoyed
The Dunk popped up lookin' like a Tonka Toy
If you don't like it, you know you can get that Almond Joy
These nuts, nigga, what up, Trick? I got ya, boy
I'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another call
Ridin' with my trunk popped up like I'm above the law
Tires wet, nigga, they still drippin' Armor All
Tell me you gon' fall and I ain't got to use the arm at all
Bet Daddy finna trick, I'm finna flip the paper
Chamillinator, me and Trick, we finna shed a hater
Tip the dinner waiter, trick 'em like we finna date her
Get off ya sleeves, let him breathe like a ventilator
Hey, what can I say? Me and the king of M.I.A.
Finna, hey finna touch ya niggas and ya finna pay
You stay wit it, hey, you, we ain't finna play
Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away
Sittin' high, still ridin' on big whips
Still fly, still grindin', gettin' big checks
Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back
And you can bet that, you can bet that
I ride, I shine, nigga, you can know
I smoke, I drank Boloco
22's, 24's, how we roll
I'm a Dunk Ryder fo' sho'
In the club wit my dogs, we wilin'
Do straight cooperate, we're ridin'
Look at cha boy, got so many hoes
Look at his mouth, he got so many golds
I'm sippin' and I'm rollin'
Whole click, that how we rollin'
Stay fly, stay right if ya didn't know
And that's everywhere that we go
All I wanna do is
Drive my Chevy through this
And let me sweat my candy paint
Ain't it right, ain't it tight, ain't it nice? Yes
Niggas like, “Who painted that?â€
Candy apple green, lookin' mean anywhere
20 seat with the digital dash
And a swat just right in the ass
They wanna know what I got it, yeah
I got shit, when it hit, it'll run 'em up outta here
They ain't never heard nuthin' like that
And they ain't even turned the bass up yet
I love aggressive music
I smoke, I listen to it
I drink so much sometimes I think
I need to quit but I can't do it
Sittin' high, still ridin' on big whips
Still fly, still grindin', gettin' big checks
Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back
And you can bet that, you can bet that
I ride, I shine, nigga, you can know
I smoke, I drank Boloco
22's, 24's, how we roll
I'm a Dunk Ryder fo' sho'
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