Chris BrownI Bet

[Hook] Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet Cuz she wanna be on tv with a nigga, I bet Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet Don't be mad at me I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas No sympathy for you niggas [Verse 1] Oh shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshits Balling like a bitch, all my niggas hood rich Bring some bitches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is Your bitch look like shanayay, oh my goodness It's five hundred, that be the block Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots Where the plug at? Tell ‘em meet me at the docks Sent the little homie through, might be the cops Hold up I’m getting’ money boy your girl want me cuz I got ‘em toys Rari's and the Bentleys and the bender doors Double dicker buses and them private jets I spend it on Painted on the Maserati, look like it been shitted on Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous I'm a pervert I be in the pussy deep, a nigga fucking up her cervex Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that shit on purpose Cuz I hope a nigga see it when he comin' home from work [Hook] [Verse 1] I got a hunit on it She ain't faithful to you, nigga Run around town, you know thoughts get around Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie I gave her fuck what you know, makes no sense you hoer Rolls gas pedals, Pockets on roseo Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, bitch So comfortable (now get your ass off my couch, bitch) Bounce shit, mouth shit, put in your mouth shit I've been playin' with the pussy, time to put that thing in Bang it, I'm banging, my binger ‘bout safety I'm slayin', she chased it, she swallowed, she wasted Fucking amazing, pump out that bass like free basin' It's about a demonstration, the mileage, replace it Come again, I replay it, speed it up, I'm speed racer Better if you catch her line, she gonna reverse it cuz [Hook] I bet your bitch would be ready when I said I’m fine to leave We all fuck with fine Ferrari, hoers and the keys You’ll be that nigga that she call over when she need someone to love I’ll be that nigga witch is ball out for After this struggling I be nothin' in her mouth like this And you come home like, honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss It's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me We from different sets, why your bitch wanna bang with me? All the time, all the time, I be on the grind Hoes lookin’ me, the dollar signs run across they mind It's the paper, they know a nigga get it, get it Shawty gone be with it, let a nigga get it, hold up in it [Hook]
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