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Trick Daddy
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Bet That [Clean]
作詞: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, *** 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 *** try me
They all already know how I let him go And kill his *** 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 *** y'all Tryin' to hate on my dogs? Hell, *** no Why you hatin' on a n*** like that? Why you tryin' to stab a n*** in his back?
I know some n*** don't like this But them n*** is the reason I'm like this *** done made me mad I'm 'bout to snap and put this K on his ***
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, *** 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 *** 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, *** 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
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Hey, what can I say? Me and the king of M.I.A. Finna, hey finna touch ya *** 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, *** 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 so many 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
*** like, ‽Who painted that?†Candy apple green, lookin' mean anywhere 20 seat with the digital dash And a swat just right in the ***
They wanna know what I got it, yeah I got s***, 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, *** 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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