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Trick Daddy( Maurice Young )
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Bet That [Explicit]
Lyricist:Andrew Harr, Jermaine Jackson, Buddy Hiki Long, Hakeem T Seriki, Charles Young, Maurice Young
Sittin' high, still ridin' on big whips Still fly, still grindin', gettin' big checks Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back And you can bet that, you can bet that
I ride, I shine, nigga, you can know I smoke, I drank Boloco 22's, 24's, how we roll I'm a Dunk Ryder fo' sho'
Everyday, me and my dog, we wilin' 7 tres, 7 5 Dunk Rydin' And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin' Big 9 with me 'cuz a fuck nigga try me
They all already know how I let him go And kill his ass and then show at his funeral How the hell a O.B. gon' try me? I'm O.G. on and off TV, see
Middle fingers in the air, tell 'em fuck y'all Tryin' to hate on my dogs? Hell, fuck, no Why you hatin' on a nigga like that? Why you tryin' to stab a nigga in his back?
I know some niggas don't like this But them niggas is the reason I'm like this Fuck niggas done made me mad I'm 'bout to snap and put this K on his ass
Sittin' high, still ridin' on big whips Still fly, still grindin', gettin' big checks Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back And you can bet that, you can bet that
I ride, I shine, nigga, you can know I smoke, I drank Boloco 22's, 24's, how we roll I'm a Dunk Ryder fo' sho'
I pull up Bentleys, lookin' like they not annoyed The Dunk popped up lookin' like a Tonka Toy If you don't like it, you know you can get that Almond Joy These nuts, nigga, what up, Trick? I got ya, boy
I'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another call Ridin' with my trunk popped up like I'm above the law Tires wet, nigga, they still drippin' Armor All Tell me you gon' fall and I ain't got to use the arm at all
Bet Daddy finna trick, I'm finna flip the paper Chamillinator, me and Trick, we finna shed a hater Tip the dinner waiter, trick 'em like we finna date her Get off ya sleeves, let him breathe like a ventilator
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Hey, what can I say? Me and the king of M.I.A. Finna, hey finna touch ya niggas and ya finna pay You stay wit it, hey, you, we ain't finna play Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away
Sittin' high, still ridin' on big whips Still fly, still grindin', gettin' big checks Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back And you can bet that, you can bet that
I ride, I shine, nigga, you can know I smoke, I drank Boloco 22's, 24's, how we roll I'm a Dunk Ryder fo' sho'
In the club wit my dogs, we wilin' Do straight cooperate, we're ridin' Look at cha boy, got so many hoes Look at his mouth, he got so many golds
I'm sippin' and I'm rollin' Whole click, that how we rollin' Stay fly, stay right if ya didn't know And that's everywhere that we go
All I wanna do is Drive my Chevy through this And let me sweat my candy paint Ain't it right, ain't it tight, ain't it nice? Yes
Niggas like, ‽Who painted that?†Candy apple green, lookin' mean anywhere 20 seat with the digital dash And a swat just right in the ass
They wanna know what I got it, yeah I got shit, when it hit, it'll run 'em up outta here They ain't never heard nuthin' like that And they ain't even turned the bass up yet
I love aggressive music I smoke, I listen to it I drink so much sometimes I think I need to quit but I can't do it
Sittin' high, still ridin' on big whips Still fly, still grindin', gettin' big checks Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back And you can bet that, you can bet that
I ride, I shine, nigga, you can know I smoke, I drank Boloco 22's, 24's, how we roll I'm a Dunk Ryder fo' sho'
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