Bet That (feat. Chamillionaire, Goldru$h)

Trick Daddy

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    [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
    22's, 24's all we roll...I'm a dope rider fa' sho

    [Verse 1]
    Everyday me and my dog we wylin
    7-Tre 7-5 dope ridin'
    And we ain't 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 O.B. gon' try me?
    I'm O.G. 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 don't like this
    But them niggaz is the reason I'm like this
    Fuck niggaz done made me mad
    I'm 'bout to snap 'n' put this K on his ass

    [Chorus]

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    [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
    I'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another call
    Ridin' wit my trunk popped up like I'm "Above The Law"
    Tires wet and 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 '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 M.I.A
    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) - {both}]
    (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 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 is
    Drive my Chevy through years
    And let 'em sweat the candy paint
    Aint it right?, ain't it tight?, ain't 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 ain't neva 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 drank so much, sometimes I think I need to quit but I can't do it

    [Chorus]

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