Trick Daddy - Bet That Lyrics

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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

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[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]

Hey

I pull up Bentleys, lookin like they not annoyed

Trunk popped up lookin like a Tonka Toy

If you don't 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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