| Hustler’s ambition nigga, yeah
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| Everybody wanna ball
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| Gucci shirt with a snake up on it
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| Whole lot of chains around my neck, I got that bag on me
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| I pray to God ain’t no snakes around me
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| Tell every nigga that I love I’ll give my last to him
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| Now this here shit gon' get hectic
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| How can you judge but ain’t met me?
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| I swear that they don’t know the half about me
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| 'Cause I’m seventeen, shit don’t mean a thing
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| On my gang, ain’t no tempting me
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| Bitch it’s murder, all my niggas play for keeps
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| I’m finally up and I’m making cake
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| OG driving me state to state
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| Out of line, bitch I break your face
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| We gon' burn 'em, that’s out the gate
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| Kyle just beat his murder case
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| Now he back on another case
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| Talked to Von just the other day
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| Safe the judge took his bond away
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| I been grindin', tryna make a way
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| Shit I take a chance every day
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| Talked to moms and she said be safe
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| 'Cause she know that these niggas take
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| I be gone on the interstate
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| New deposit just came today
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| Fuck these niggas, it’s strictly gang
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| Let them play, catch one to the brain
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| Fuck the fame, I won’t never change
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| Bitch it’s pressure behind my name
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| It get wicked 'bout money
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| These niggas change on they mans
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| Swear these niggas ain’t solid
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| Tell everything on the stand
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| I keep it on me, run up on me
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| Watch how quick you get bam
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| He say he want it with us, bet
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| We gon' see about it
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| Play with me, bitch you get stretched
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| I keep them hitters 'round me
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| You gon' get slaughtered
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| We don’t spare nobody
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| Only my gang up in my circle
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| You can’t hang around me
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| So please don’t come around me
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| Please don’t come around me
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| Please don’t come around me
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| Don’t come around me
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| I know these bitch niggas hate my name
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| Probably wan' take me for the fame
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| I ain’t trippin' 'cause that burner stay with me
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| Rob Who?, Rob Who? |
| tear that bitch up, damn
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| Approach me and we gon' slam
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| Like ho ass nigga play with me
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| Think I’m a bitch, well come and see
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| Police gon' cover you in sheets
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| We flatline shit when we creep
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| Be a duck and flap your feet
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| We step on shit when it’s beef
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| We serve whoever we see
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| Shoot back at who? |
| you must be sleep
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| We gon' kill your whole street
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| He say he want it with us, bet
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| We gon' see about it
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| Play with me, bitch you get stretched
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| I keep them hitters 'round me
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| You gon' get slaughtered
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| We don’t spare nobody
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| Only my gang up in my circle
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| You can’t hang around me
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| So please don’t come around me
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| Please don’t come around me
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| Please don’t come around me
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| Don’t come around me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bet , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album Mind Of A Menace 3 Reloaded, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп