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big scoob - bet i don't lyrics

[chorus: krizz kaliko & big scoob]
i know you will, bet i don’t
he be lying ’bout his yada moves, bet i don’t
he be hanging with them snitching dudes, bet i don’t
catch him in trafic, he ain’t got the tool, bet i don’t
man he weird, bet i don’t
nah, for real, bet i don’t
take a broad to the safe spot, bet i don’t
bring them out, then tell them what you got, bet i don’t
let her watch while you [?] the pot, bet i don’t
man he weird, bet i don’t
nah, for real, bet i don’t

[verse 1: big scoob]
things changed in the game, now the villain is old
still the coldest story told, i’m a beast from the mo
i ain’t hating on these youngings, i’m just stating the facts
we’ve been called to come and get it, so we taking it back
old head, long bread, i was raised in the gutter
no scare, mo’ dead, man these n-gg-s can’t touch us
i’ve been branding since i landed on highland in ’86
i’m a tyrant, but my hustle is vibrant, i made it rich
i ain’t never put a 2 on the 10, i ain’t a b-tch
and you never catch me hanging with him, that boy’s a snitch
if you trickin’ with these b-tches, my nig’, that’s how you live
try to twist it, try to flip it, my nig’, it’s what it is
got these b-tches in your business, she witness you put in work
then that same b-tch flip with the feds, and spill your dirt
that ain’t pimpin’ little partner, got sloppy to get the skirt
man the p-ssy make these rookies clumsy, i stay alert

[chorus: krizz kaliko & big scoob]
he be lying ’bout his yada moves, bet i don’t
he be hanging with them snitching dudes, bet i don’t
catch him in trafic, he ain’t got the tool, bet i don’t
man he weird, bet i don’t
nah, for real, bet i don’t
take a broad to the safe spot, bet i don’t
bring them out, then tell them what you got, bet i don’t
let her watch while you [?] the pot, bet i don’t
man he weird, bet i don’t
nah, for real, bet i don’t

[verse 2: txx will]
letting a b-tch off in your bizzle, what kind of game is that?
why you cookin’ in the kitchen, man how lame is that?
some n-gg-s never learn, you don’t get a second turn
watch your step and get it while you can, don’t let a second burn
these n-gg-s trickin’ with b-tches
spending money just like they making it
it’s bad enough if you got it, but these n-gg-s faking it
i’m the type of n-gg- that’ll just say “f-ck it”
grimy n-gg-, pocket full of money in the bucket
i can lay low, and give a f-ck if they know me
and lying ain’t my thing, i only lie to the police
they stretchin’ the digits, these n-gg-s fakin’ for b-tches
probably get popped and start snitching
have judges handing out sentences
they always lying, talking sh-t about what they got
and then the stupid n-gg-s wonder why they got popped
and i don’t ride with n-gg-s, i take my own car
’cause n-gg-s running they mouth, and [?]

[verse 3: b-legit]
it’s one thing you gotta know when you shuffle the blow
you never let a ho know where you keeping your dough
if you tryna make the squad, and contribute [?]
you gotta eat, sleep, sh-t, then sit when i say so
i’m gone off the liquor, i’m quicker with the ruger
beware of the n-gg- that’s with her, he’s a shooter
i swear the n-gg- that’s with her, he the truther
knock the shingles off your roofa, diminishing your future
lames with no game like they kissing and tell
in the range with two dames, one brick and a scale
hit the spot where the guap at, the pot and the yayo
not knowing that these hoes that be plotting to bail
wake up in the am, the b-tches is gone
took the money and the brick, but they left the patrón
you’s a silly motherf-cker, type of sh-t you be on
what that is, i won’t do, i bet you i don’t do

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