| Betcha' didn’t know that I was balling like this
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I had rocks on my wrist
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I don’t want your bitch
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I don’t want yo'
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I was balling like this
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I had rocks on my wrist
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I don’t want your bitch
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I don’t want yo'
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| Raspberry fist in an F-350
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| Frostbit wrist, diamonds dancin' like Chris
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| James Bond blimp
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| Aquaberry diamond smile
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| Tryna' cop my style, Versace laundry in the pile
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| I can Bill and Ted, got more ice than a sled
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| Hot as head in the tool shed
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| Rolls-Royce coupe red, push button start
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| Practice martial arts, the braids with the part
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| 50-carats froze my heart
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| Private plane pilot, lean back close my eyelids
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| Take a sip of the violet, Lamborghini low mileage
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| Takin' trips to Japan, Afghanistan baby blue my sedan
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| 20 inch ceilin' fans
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I was balling like this
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I had rocks on my wrist
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I don’t want your bitch
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I don’t want yo'
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I was balling like this
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I had rocks on my wrist
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I don’t want your bitch
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I don’t want yo'
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| Baby I just want the money right
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| I was out here grindin' 400 night
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| This money and these bitches got me stuntin' right
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| And if you single then you to the night
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| My party I can do what I want to
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| My party I can sip what I want to
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| Nobody all I know is I want you
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| But imma ball out like I’m 'posed to
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| To my mansion, all of my bitches like my diamonds
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| Dancin', don’t let down on the back
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| When you try me cause you a panic
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| Cop a pint of Act cause I ain’t taste it in a minute
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| Papers on that big ol' body Benz, your’s rented
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| I don’t need nun, I just had a threesome
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| Three types of niggas, fucking carry three guns
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| Gang in the club, the strippers show me love
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| They saw 100 I’m throwing I don’t need more
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| Pour a cup of that dirty, show that pussy no mercy
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| I love to fuck of a perky, still holding my thirty
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| In the hood no worries, call Varney like curry
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| He pull up shooting like Curry
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| Pull up shooting like Curry
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| See they doubted me, and I told them to ride with me
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| I got all the money, they gon' ride for free
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| I’m (?) half of me
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| Hundred thousand she gon' ride with me
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I was balling like this
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I had rocks on my wrist
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I don’t want your bitch
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I don’t want yo'
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I was balling like this
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I had rocks on my wrist
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I don’t want your bitch
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| Betcha' didn’t know that I don’t want yo' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Betcha' Didn't Know , by - Riff Raff. Song from the album Peach Panther, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп