Tyga — I bet (feat. 50 Cent & Chris Brown) текст песни (слова) lyrics

[Hook — Chris Brown:]
Shawty wanna leave with a ni*ga, I bet
Cause she wanna be on TV with a ni*ga, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nig*a, I bet

Don’t be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you nig*as
No sympathy for you nig*as

[Verse 1 — Chris Brown:]
Ho, shut the f*ck up, miss me with the bullsh*t
Balling like a b*tch, all my nig*as hood rich
Bring some b*tches to the crib, show ’em what the wood is
Your b*tch look like shanayay, nah-uh, oh my goodness

It’s 500, that be the block
Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots
Where the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks
Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops

Hold up, I’m getting money, boy
Your girl want me cause I got them toys
Rari’s and the Bentleys and the bender doors
Double decker buses and them private jets I spend it on

Painted on the Maserati, look like it been sh*tted on
Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous I’m a pervert
I be in the pu*sy deep, a nig*a f*ckin’ up her cervex
Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that sh*t on purpose
Cause I hope a nig*a see it when he comin’ home from work

[Hook]
Shawty wanna leave with a ni*ga, I bet
Cause she wanna be on TV with a ni*ga, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nig*a, I bet

Don’t be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you nig*as
No sympathy for you nig*as

[Verse 2 — Tyga:]
I got a hundred on it
She ain’t faithful to you, ni*ga
Word around town, you know thots get around
Nah, she testify, wouldn’t trust her, homie

I gave her f*ck what you know, makes no sense you, ho
Rolls gas pedals, Pockets on roseo
Rosetta, my stones ain’t meant for the home, b*tch
So comfortable, now get your as* off my couch, b*tch

Bounce shit, mouse sh*t, put in your mouth sh*t
I’ve been playin’ with the pu*sy, time to put that thing in
Bang it, I’m bangin’, my binger off safety
I’m slayin’, she chased it, she swallowed, she wasted

F*ckin’ amazin’, pump out that bass like freebasin’
It’s a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it
Come again, I replay it, speed it up, I’m speed racer
Bet if you catch her lyin’ she gonna reverse it cause

[Hook]
Shawty wanna leave with a ni*ga, I bet
Cause she wanna be on TV with a ni*ga, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nig*a, I bet

Don’t be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you nig*as
No sympathy for you nig*as

[Verse 3 — 50 Cent:]
I bet your b*tch’ll be ready when I say I’m finna leave
We only f*ck with the foreigns, Ferrari horse on them keys
You be that ni*ga she call on when she need someone to love
I be that ni*ga, we just turn up, we just ball out n f*ck

After the thuggin’ I be nuttin’ 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 b*tch wanna bang with me?

All the time, all the time, I be on the grind
Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind
It’s the paper, they know a ni*ga get it, get it
Shawty gone be with it, let a ni*ga get it, hold up in it

[Hook]
Shawty wanna leave with a ni*ga, I bet
Cause she wanna be on TV with a ni*ga, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nig*a, I bet

Don’t be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you nig*as
No sympathy for you nig*as

[Outro:]
Ya’ll b*tchass niggas got me f*cked up
I’m not f*ckin’ yall ni*gas
I don’t give a f*ck who ya’ll is
And I don’t give a f*ck if you Chris Brown or Tyga

And ya’ll not giving me my coin
I wanna be on TV, I wanna be on Love and Hip Hop
On Hollywood and sh*t
Don’t get it f*cked up

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