Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bet I Don't, artist - Big Scoob. Album song Monsterifik, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.09.2009
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Bet I Don't |
| I know you will, bet I don’t |
| He be lying 'bout his yada moves, bet I don’t |
| He be hanging with them snitching dudes, bet I don’t |
| Catch him in trafic, he ain’t got the tool, bet I don’t |
| Man he weird, bet I don’t |
| Nah, for real, bet I don’t |
| Take a broad to the safe spot, bet I don’t |
| Bring them out, then tell them what you got, bet I don’t |
| Let her watch while you the pot, bet I don’t |
| Man he weird, bet I don’t |
| Nah, for real, bet I don’t |
| Things changed in the game, now the villain is old |
| Still the coldest story told, I’m a beast from the MO |
| I ain’t hating on these youngings, I’m just stating the facts |
| We’ve been called to come and get it, so we taking it back |
| Old head, long bread, I was raised in the gutter |
| No scare, mo' dead, man these niggas can’t touch us |
| I’ve been branding since I landed on Highland in '86 |
| I’m a tyrant, but my hustle is vibrant, I made it rich |
| I ain’t never put a 2 on the 10, I ain’t a bitch |
| And you never catch me hanging with him, that boy’s a snitch |
| If you trickin' with these bitches, my nig', that’s how you live |
| Try to twist it, try to flip it, my nig', it’s what it is |
| Got these bitches in your business, she witness you put in work |
| Then that same bitch flip with the feds, and spill your dirt |
| That ain’t pimpin' little partner, got sloppy to get the skirt |
| Man the pussy make these rookies clumsy, I stay alert |
| He be lying 'bout his yada moves, bet I don’t |
| He be hanging with them snitching dudes, bet I don’t |
| Catch him in trafic, he ain’t got the tool, bet I don’t |
| Man he weird, bet I don’t |
| Nah, for real, bet I don’t |
| Take a broad to the safe spot, bet I don’t |
| Bring them out, then tell them what you got, bet I don’t |
| Let her watch while you the pot, bet I don’t |
| Man he weird, bet I don’t |
| Nah, for real, bet I don’t |
| Letting a bitch off in your bizzle, what kind of game is that? |
| Why you cookin' in the kitchen, man how lame is that? |
| Some niggas never learn, you don’t get a second turn |
| Watch your step and get it while you can, don’t let a second burn |
| These niggas trickin' with bitches |
| Spending money just like they making it |
| It’s bad enough if you got it, but these niggas faking it |
| I’m the type of nigga that’ll just say «fuck it» |
| Grimy nigga, pocket full of money in the bucket |
| I can lay low, and give a fuck if they know me |
| And lying ain’t my thing, I only lie to the police |
| They stretchin' the digits, these niggas fakin' for bitches |
| Probably get popped and start snitching |
| Have judges handing out sentences |
| They always lying, talking shit about what they got |
| And then the stupid niggas wonder why they got popped |
| And I don’t ride with niggas, I take my own car |
| 'Cause niggas running they mouth, and |
| He be lying 'bout his yada moves, bet I don’t |
| He be hanging with them snitching dudes, bet I don’t |
| Catch him in trafic, he ain’t got the tool, bet I don’t |
| Man he weird, bet I don’t |
| Nah, for real, bet I don’t |
| Take a broad to the safe spot, bet I don’t |
| Bring them out, then tell them what you got, bet I don’t |
| Let her watch while you the pot, bet I don’t |
| Man he weird, bet I don’t |
| Nah, for real, bet I don’t |
| It’s one thing you gotta know when you shuffle the blow |
| You never let a ho know where you keeping your dough |
| If you tryna make the squad, and contribute |
| You gotta eat, sleep, shit, then sit when I say so |
| I’m gone off the liquor, I’m quicker with the Ruger |
| Beware of the nigga that’s with her, he’s a shooter |
| I swear the nigga that’s with her, he the truther |
| Knock the shingles off your roofa, diminishing your future |
| Lames with no game like they kissing and tell |
| In the Range with two dames, one brick and a scale |
| Hit the spot where the guap at, the pot and the yayo |
| Not knowing that these hoes that be plotting to bail |
| Wake up in the AM, the bitches is gone |
| Took the money and the brick, but they left the Patrón |
| You’s a silly motherfucker, type of shit you be on |
| What that is, I won’t do, I bet you I don’t do |
| He be lying 'bout his yada moves, bet I don’t |
| He be hanging with them snitching dudes, bet I don’t |
| Catch him in trafic, he ain’t got the tool, bet I don’t |
| Man he weird, bet I don’t |
| Nah, for real, bet I don’t |
| Take a broad to the safe spot, bet I don’t |
| Bring them out, then tell them what you got, bet I don’t |
| Let her watch while you the pot, bet I don’t |
| Man he weird, bet I don’t |
| Nah, for real, bet I don’t |