Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Bet You Wont, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Elevate, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.02.2013
Record label: chamillitary
Song language: English
I Bet You Wont |
Man, these rappers ain’t saying nothing, every verse is a damn lie |
Your position is pro-voice, my position is anti |
Swear they telling these stories to you, these rappers full of that Manti |
Can’t stop me, they can try, but I’m winning that by that landslide |
Y’all worse than that Titanic, it’ll ship, but it won’t sell |
Y’all posting on snitchagram, while you saying you don’t tell |
These boys ain’t got no stamps, they don’t really touch no mail |
I’m still trying to get super posted, still fit up under, but oh well |
All talking like, «He the man», y’all softer than Peter Pan |
So many fish in my fish tank and in my crib, she talking about eating in |
Call me up and she’ll be to spend, got a money tree then pass me a limb |
Pray me, hoping we meet again, but my knuckles probably gonna beat your chin |
Hit it off with my plan A, never needed that B route |
I ain’t even never even shed a tear when anybody ever said peace out |
Made it here with my freestyles, they ain’t talking about free now |
They always told me that money talks, so I always got it on speed dial |
Trying to work, and she trying to play, treat the bank just like a hideaway |
But I’m showing up, it’s like a holiday, but I’m back to work, I’m not trying |
to stay |
A money day is my kind of day, very large is my kind of pay |
Tell the vato I am not the best, I bet he will respond to you, «Cállate» |
Wonder why I’m ahead of 'em, talking down then I ended 'em |
They tried to say that they’re only side, but switch back and forth just like |
pendelums |
Bought this trap and then extended 'em, new cars when they renting 'em |
Our old schools look so cool that you probably thought we invented 'em |
Steal a heart, but I’m no thief, style snatching is so weak |
You ain’t gotta thank me for it, just show respect to my OG |
Drop enough and you’ll OD, veteran, but I’m code B |
They keep saying I don’t drop, so might drop another in four weeks |
Chamillitary go so beast, freestyling on your beats |
Gotta take it out of my two hands, and that’s the reason it don’t leak |
Two businesses out of state, no car that’s out of date |
I’ve been stunting on them since '98, if you trying to hate then you kind of |
late |
Hit Brazil and take sleeping trips, groupies all on that freaky tip |
Say good night and then I take a flight, when I disappear, you can’t ya chick |
Let me tell you how deep it get, this is more about keeping it |
Take a pocket then sleep in it, then I’l put the profit down deep in it |
Your girl talking about orgies, rather go and get more cheese |
Duplicate how I rep the state, we need less of them and more of me |
Spit a verse and it’s for a fee, tried to do it but horribly |
No trick or treat, my clique is eating, I’m feeling like I’m Chef Boyardee |
Said their turn, but their copping, call me up, she said, «Papi» |
Knowing that I might score so they trying to block me like we play hockey |
Pockets got me like Gretsky, where the hell is my ESPY |
I Usain Bolt to that paper, go and, go and tell them come catch me |
Don’t talk about financials, and tell me what your man do |
Unless you got your own dough and you make enough cash to brag too |
Hope your rent ain’t past due, hope your shape is natural |
Can’t say you’re a model if your last shoot was in your bathroom |
Why everybody gotta be the same? |
Every group gotta be a gang |
Every rapper gotta be a rapper and every rapper gotta be a lame |
Love my jewelry then that’s cool, she gone catch a bad flu |
But if my wrist ain’t sick enough, then my whip gone make her atchoo |
Everything happen for a purpose, obvious they didn’t mend your verses |
Every verse that’ll y’all spitting is worthless, they couldn’t pay me to give |
you a purchase |
Every verse they say Cham is ripping, say it’s false if they tell you different |
I’m still the Jordan, Grant, and the Pippen up, manuscripture don’t have me |
trippin' |