Lirik Lagu Bet That - Trick Daddy
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(feat. Chamillionaire, Goldru$h)
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]Sittin high, still ridin dem big whipsStill fly, still grindin, getting big checksStill thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet thatYou can bet that I ride I shine, nigga you can bet thatI smoke, I drank boy you can bet that22's, 24's all we roll...I'm a dope rider fa' sho
[Verse 1]Everyday me and my dog we wylin7-Tre 7-5 dope ridin'And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin'Big 9 with me 'cuz a fuck nigga tried meThey already know, how I let him goKill his ass and make sho' at his funeralHow the hell a O.B. gon' try me?I'm O.G. on and off TV, seeMiddle fingers in the air, tell 'em fuck yallTryin to hate on my dawgs, hell fuck nahWhy you hatin on a nigga like thatWhy you tryin' to stab a nigga in his backI know some niggaz don't like thisBut them niggaz is the reason I'm like thisFuck niggaz done made me madI'm 'bout to snap 'n' put this K on his ass
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]HeyI pull up Bentleys, lookin like they not annoyedTrunk popped up lookin like a Tonka ToyIf you dont like it you know can get that Almond Joy (What?)Deez nuts nigga, wuddup Trick, I got ya boyI'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another callRidin' wit my trunk popped up like I'm "Above The Law"Tires wet and nigga they still drippin' Armor-AllTell me you gon' fall, and I ain't got to use the arm at allBet Daddy finna Trick 'em, finna flip the paperChamillinator, me and Trick we finna shred a haterTip the dinner waiter Trick 'em like we finna date herGet off ya sleeves let 'em breathe like a ventilatorHey, what can I say me and the King Of M.I.AFinna, (Hey) finna touch ya niggaz and ya finna payStay wit it hey you we aint finna playSnatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Trick Daddy & (Goldru$h) - {both}](In the club wit my dogs we wylin'Two straight coup grey dome ridin)Look at cha boy go so many hoesLook in his mouf he got so many gold(Im sippin and I'm goin'Whole click, that's how we rollin')Stay fly, stay right if ya didn't know(And that's everywhere that we go)All I wanna do isDrive my Chevy through yearsAnd let 'em sweat the candy paintAint it right?, ain't it tight?, ain't it nice?, yesNiggaz like, "Who painted that?"Candy apple green, lookin mean anywhereTweety seat with the digital dashAnd a swat just right in the ass{They wanna know what I got in hereI got shit when it hit betta run 'em up outta here}They ain't neva heard nuthin like thatAnd they ain't even turned the bass up yet{I love aggressive musicI smoke, I listen to it}I drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit but I can't do it
[Chorus]
[Chorus: Trick Daddy]Sittin high, still ridin dem big whipsStill fly, still grindin, getting big checksStill thuggin, still leanin to the baaack, you can bet thatYou can bet that I ride I shine, nigga you can bet thatI smoke, I drank boy you can bet that22's, 24's all we roll...I'm a dope rider fa' sho
[Verse 1]Everyday me and my dog we wylin7-Tre 7-5 dope ridin'And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin'Big 9 with me 'cuz a fuck nigga tried meThey already know, how I let him goKill his ass and make sho' at his funeralHow the hell a O.B. gon' try me?I'm O.G. on and off TV, seeMiddle fingers in the air, tell 'em fuck yallTryin to hate on my dawgs, hell fuck nahWhy you hatin on a nigga like thatWhy you tryin' to stab a nigga in his backI know some niggaz don't like thisBut them niggaz is the reason I'm like thisFuck niggaz done made me madI'm 'bout to snap 'n' put this K on his ass
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]HeyI pull up Bentleys, lookin like they not annoyedTrunk popped up lookin like a Tonka ToyIf you dont like it you know can get that Almond Joy (What?)Deez nuts nigga, wuddup Trick, I got ya boyI'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another callRidin' wit my trunk popped up like I'm "Above The Law"Tires wet and nigga they still drippin' Armor-AllTell me you gon' fall, and I ain't got to use the arm at allBet Daddy finna Trick 'em, finna flip the paperChamillinator, me and Trick we finna shred a haterTip the dinner waiter Trick 'em like we finna date herGet off ya sleeves let 'em breathe like a ventilatorHey, what can I say me and the King Of M.I.AFinna, (Hey) finna touch ya niggaz and ya finna payStay wit it hey you we aint finna playSnatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Trick Daddy & (Goldru$h) - {both}](In the club wit my dogs we wylin'Two straight coup grey dome ridin)Look at cha boy go so many hoesLook in his mouf he got so many gold(Im sippin and I'm goin'Whole click, that's how we rollin')Stay fly, stay right if ya didn't know(And that's everywhere that we go)All I wanna do isDrive my Chevy through yearsAnd let 'em sweat the candy paintAint it right?, ain't it tight?, ain't it nice?, yesNiggaz like, "Who painted that?"Candy apple green, lookin mean anywhereTweety seat with the digital dashAnd a swat just right in the ass{They wanna know what I got in hereI got shit when it hit betta run 'em up outta here}They ain't neva heard nuthin like thatAnd they ain't even turned the bass up yet{I love aggressive musicI smoke, I listen to it}I drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit but I can't do it
[Chorus]
