Bet That - Trick Daddy
Artist : “Trick Daddy”
Song title : “Bet That”
Download MP3 : Trick Daddy - Bet That .mp3
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feat chamillionaire
Goldru$h
Chorus trick daddy
Sittin high
Still ridin dem big whips
Still fly
Still grindin
Getting big checks
Still thuggin
Still leanin to the baaack
You can bet that
You can bet that i ride i shine
Nigga you can bet that
I smoke
I drank boy you can bet that
22s
24s all we rollim a dope rider fa sho
Verse 1
Everyday me and my dog we wylin
7-tre 7-5 dope ridin
And we aint trippin on nothin
Just vibin
Big 9 with me cuz a fuck nigga tried me
They already know
How i let him go
Kill his ass and make sho at his funeral
How the hell a ob gon try me?
Im og on and off tv
See
Middle fingers in the air
Tell em fuck yall
Tryin to hate on my dawgs
Hell fuck nah
Why you hatin on a nigga like that
Why you tryin to stab a nigga in his back
I know some niggaz dont like this
But them niggaz is the reason im like this
fuck niggaz done made me mad
Im bout to snap n put this k on his ass
Chorus
Verse 2 chamillionaire
Hey
I pull up bentleys
Lookin like they not annoyed
Trunk popped up lookin like a tonka toy
If you dont like it you know can get that almond joy what?
Deez nuts nigga
Wuddup trick
I got ya boy
Im clickin over
Lemme tell her i got another call
Ridin wit my trunk popped up like im "above the law"
Tires wet and nigga they still drippin armor-all
Tell me you gon fall
And i aint got to use the arm at all
Bet daddy finna trick em
finna flip the paper
Chamillinator
Me and trick we finna shred a hater
Tip the dinner waiter trick em like we finna date her
Get off ya sleeves let em breathe like a ventilator
Hey
What can i say me and the king of mia
finna
Hey finna touch ya niggaz and ya finna pay
Stay wit it hey you we aint finna play
Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away
Chorus
Verse 3 trick daddy & goldru$h -
In the club wit my dogs we wylin
Two straight coup grey dome ridin
Look at cha boy go so many hoes
Look in his mouf he got so many gold
Im sippin and im goin
Whole click
thats how we rollin
Stay fly
Stay right if ya didnt know
And thats everywhere that we go
All i wanna do is
Drive my chevy through years
And let em sweat the candy paint
Aint it right?
Aint it tight?
Aint it nice?
Yes
Niggaz like
"who painted that?"
Candy apple green
Lookin mean anywhere
Tweety seat with the digital dash
And a swat just right in the ass
{they wanna know what i got in here
I got shit when it hit betta run em up outta here}
They aint neva heard nuthin like that
And they aint even turned the bass up yet
{i love aggressive music
I smoke
I listen to it}
I drank so much
Sometimes i think i need to quit but i cant do it
Chorus