(Hook)
Ton of broads, I bet you do
Foreign cars, yea I bet you do
Got 100 rounds and I bet you shoot
Don’t have my dogs, gon fetch you too
Say that yall winnin nigga
All them cars rented nigga
Ain’t no broads in it nigga
Handle yall business

(Verse)
Blowin cheese, I bet you do
Pourin lean, yea I bet you do
That lil 22 in yo pocket
These niggas talkin like they bout the sound of a rocket
Please, Rolex raised, let me guess, you too
God flow, let me bless you too
Who let you through?
I stay with my soldiers and niggas ain’t moving unless I do
They yelling 93 you crazy
Cuz all them other niggas is aiming
Well it’s just another day to me, they got nothing to say to me
Unless they answer how they can pay me
All you do is fuck with lames, Eddie Winslow
You the reason why I keep my brim low
I’m just chillin, it’s just me and my kinfolk
And you the type that hate to keep shit simple
So I dismiss and the skur off
Venice beach with my shirt off
With no tattoos, just bitches on me
And no videos, just pictures only
It’s the Grammy rippin the skirt off
While you just rippin her purse off
Cuz you the kind of nigga that would lie to kick it
I keep a line of bitches while you be lyin to bitches

(Hook x2)
You got a ton of broads, I bet you do
Foreign cars, yea I bet you do
Got 100 rounds and I bet you shoot
Don’t have my dogs, gon fetch you too
Say that yall winnin nigga
All them cars rented nigga
Ain’t no broads in it nigga
Handle yall business

(Verse)
Slayin things, I bet you do
Gangbangers don’t test my cool
Push yo boulders and be on the block
With them super soakers we wet you too
It’s Makaveli, niggas crack yo boo
Baby mamas, yea I smack that too
A nigga bout to fly with a cutie pie
Cuz my security bitch know how to get shit through with my mama
Pretty Forgiato, got a choppa full of hollows
I be choppin up the hall with the guwops
Said she wanna suck a pimp dick
Til a lil girl spit and the big girl swallow
I was on a roll, nigga 36 souls and a kick bitch named Kiana
Bet she never loved no nigga like me
Freddie G told a bitch be honest

Bust it open, I bet you do
Say she never thank, yes you do
Every night when I play the pipe I had a bitch naked right next to you
Drink yo drug and I be on that too
Couple of blunts, I bring the hoes back through
Baby we ain’t doin no tainted lovin
No handcuffing, you can fuck my crew
Young king

(Hook x2)
Ton of broads, I bet you do
Foreign cars, yea I bet you do
Got 100 rounds and I bet you shoot
Don’t have my dogs, gon fetch you too
Say that yall winnin nigga
All them cars rented nigga
Ain’t no broads in it nigga
Handle yall business
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Bet You Do Lyrics

Frankie – Bet You Do Lyrics