Chris Brown

Chris Brown - I Bet lyrics

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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


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



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


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


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