Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bet, artist - Lil Debbie. Album song Bay Chronicles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lil Debbie
Song language: English
Bet |
| Bet you can’t catch me slippin' |
| I’m in a range, I’m switchin' lanes |
| Bet you can’t catch me drippin', ooh |
| You |
| You ain’t his main, fuck is you sayin' |
| Bet you can’t catch me slippin', ooh |
| Bet you can’t catch me slippin' |
| I’m in a range, I’m switchin' lanes |
| Bet you can’t catch me drippin', ooh |
| You |
| You ain’t his main, fuck is you sayin' |
| Bet you can’t catch me slippin', ooh |
| Look I be a snack |
| He want a honey on his lap |
| Hundred racks on my lap |
| Somewhere blowin' |
| Please don’t nap |
| White girl up in that trap |
| Ain’t no Prada, I’m up in the track |
| Fuck with the 90s stay fuckin' with cab |
| bullets I promise you that |
| T-too much sauce though, can’t hold me |
| Got the eight on me like I’m Kobe |
| So many sound checks I need a rollie |
| So many countries, they know me |
| So many rappers, I could |
| warning, I |
| bitches bring me coffee |
| And do kush ups in my office |
| When I’m 'bout to get it these hoes mad |
| At the intersection might turn crash |
| Side bitch, I’ll take a raincheck |
| And this raincheck say I stay blessed |
| Pockets 'bout to bust at the seams |
| Money like it grow on trees |
| It’s Debbie year, play the side bitch |
| Been the hottest thing since Topic, yeah |
| Bet you can’t catch me slippin' |
| I’m in a range, I’m switchin' lanes |
| Bet you can’t catch me drippin', ooh |
| You |
| You ain’t his main, fuck is you sayin' |
| Bet you can’t catch me slippin', ooh |
| Bet you can’t catch me slippin' |
| Bet you can’t catch me slippin' |
| Bet you can’t catch me slippin' |
| I’m in a range, I’m switchin' lanes |
| Bet you can’t catch me drippin', ooh |
| Bet you can’t catch me slippin' |
| Off top catch me fetty, ay |
| boy keep tricking |
| Hit this boy keep wishing, ay |
| 187 I’m killin' 'em |
| Son of I’m feelin' 'em |
| Haters ain’t shout when they drillin' 'em |
| They might let it shoot, shoot |
| You know my squad, so show my squad |
| Don’t think I’ma flip my hair and say oh my God |
| Mad at me, you might be tweakin' over what I can’t change though |
| Men in my DMs but I still think he a lame-o |
| Ay, this ain’t X and Os, all my exes know |
| They go supernova after Super Soaker |
| Want it soon as they awake |
| Sweet tooth, got him chasing for this cake |
| Now I’m running up a check, but never let him check me hoe |
| It’s Debbie with the good head, don’t confuse me with me Becky now |
| My money balance lovely, ay, but you won’t catch me trippin' |
| I stay with a foreign that you might catch me whippin' |
| Bet you can’t catch me slippin' |
| I’m in a range, I’m switchin' lanes |
| Bet you can’t catch me drippin', ooh |
| You |
| You ain’t his main, fuck is you sayin' |
| Bet you can’t catch me slippin', ooh |
| Bet you can’t catch me slippin' |
| Bet you can’t catch me slippin' |
| Bet you can’t catch me slippin' |
| I’m in a range, I’m switchin' lanes |
| Bet you can’t catch me drippin', ooh |