Doe B
Doe B - Betta Kno It songtekst
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I'm a yung nigga gettin' money (betta kno it) Bank roll full of all the hundid (betta kno it) Watch cost a car, I ain't frontin' (betta kno it) I'mma walk like a star, that's a nothin' (betta kno it) Brand new Yama with the honeys (betta kno it) That nigga J talking marijuana (betta kno it) Sparkles on the bottle, keep it coming (betta kno it) Blow a hundid thousand, ain't nothin' (betta kno it) I'm a dead man walkin' Cause I keep a lot of dead presidents on me I ain't rich, homie, but I'm gettin' rich, homie It's hand on me, AMG kid, homie Your wilf should have been foreign Your bitch ain't shud, should have been foreign She like girls, I like girls, we got a lot in common She only fock wid me cause I get a lot of money But if you got it, ain't trick me Lil' nigga, I got it, I ain't trippin' One show, get it back, thirty minutes Do a show, blow the rest, thirty minutes Fuck 'em wid the big Buddha wholes In the strip club, throwing money to her clothes Pure link, wear my collar, I'm a big dawg Nigga, Wizzy Lucianos, what the fucl are those? I'mma take a trip at the Mexico Tell Pablo I'm off on sellin' dough I'mma pour (???) can't catch a cold And I'm iced up like an eskimo Real diamonds on my reeza, look! Did this type of shit and did yo' bitch too Thousand dollar frame D cutter, yeah! And if he do the same he a hunter too I'm a yung nigga gettin' money (betta kno it) Bank roll full of all the hundid (betta kno it) Watch cost a car, I ain't frontin' (betta kno it) I'mma walk, and a star, that's a number (betta kno it) Brand new Yama with the honeys (betta kno it) That nigga J talking marijuana (betta kno it) Sparkles on the bottle, keep it coming (betta kno it) Blow a hundid thousand, ain't nothin' (betta kno it) I'mma yung nigga with a check I'mma yung nigga with respect A heart can't leave a pussy wet Shoot this bitch up like the rent For 0's in his back like an outtie Whole brick on your head, that's a bounty My nigga won't spend a night in the county Keep a fine low like Jenny Copry Self made nigga, no coats on Fit the racks on the AP, no doubt Ain; t front a baby, don't goes right Cause the plod blow the rags like an old lyme Get the fucking wid the yellow like a legga, nigga The Nelson Mangella, I ain't bassin' nigga