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daboii – bet not ever lyrics

[intro: daboii]
b+tch, i’m with it
you better not ever test my gangster, b+tch, i’m with it, stupid b+tch
you better not ever tell the— about my business
you better, test my gangster, b+tch, i’m with it, uh

[chorus: daboii]
you better not ever test my gangster, b+tch, i’m with it
you better not ever get to shootin’ like i’m bennett, stupid b+tch
you better not ever tell them stupid hoes our business
and when you—, you better not ever leave no witness, stupid b+tch
you better not ever disrespect my brother name
you better not ever throw no salt up on my gang, stupid b+tch
you better not ever go mistake me for a lame
you better not ever run up on me, chopper bang (uh)
[verse 1: daboii]
you better not ever run up on me, make the chopper bang
she like, “why you always sippin’ mud?” b+tch, i’m tryna cake
uh, i’ll beat a n+gga ass like i’m johnny cage
f+ck tellin’ me what you gon’ do, you can die today
i can make the money bag flip in all kind of ways
i see p+ssy n+ggas playin’ games i ain’t tryna play
huh? n+gga, say it with your chest, what you tryna say?
cute thick b+tch d+mn near broke, but the condom ain’t
yeah, alexander queens, these ain’t rick owens
kissed her in her mouth if i was you, i had that b+tch hoein’
you’ll already see what time i’m on, i got stick pokin’
oh, you love your block? you hug it too? better not slip on it
i ain’t gotta do it, have my lil’ n+gga shoot ’em up
n+gga, these is not the last season, these the newer ones
glock twenty+motherf+ckin’+three, this ain’t no ruger, bum
n+ggas talkin’ crazy in the songs, what have you ever done, n+gga?

[chorus: daboii]
you better not ever test my gangster, b+tch, i’m with it
you better not ever get to shootin’ like i’m bennett, stupid b+tch
you better not ever tell them stupid hoes our business
and when you—, you better not ever leave no witness, stupid b+tch
you better not ever disrespect my brother name
you better not ever throw no salt up on my gang, stupid b+tch
you better not ever go mistake me for a lame
you better not ever run up on me, chopper bang
[verse 2: ralfy the plug]
you better not ever pull up empty+handed, b+tch
when have you ever seen the plug without his f&n?
i dare an opp to stand outside and drop his pin
i’m off a four of wockhardt, not no gin
i dance when i get the bag, i’m a real pop+locker
i know your type, in high school, you was gettin’ stuffed in lockers
don’t sign to no big label, i can be your sponsor
she complain about slimin’ up other b+tches, be honored
he think he turnt up ’cause he high off embalming fluid
them 10k si chains, the stinc team do not approve it
i see you tryna shake that stiff fatty, but it’s not movin’
you got on mannequin designer, that sh+t is not exclusive
he got stripped and robbed from the n+ggas he cool with
hangin’ with the opps, you an opp, if dude a snitch, you a snitch
i said what i said, if dude’s a b+tch, you’s a b+tch
i ain’t stoppin’ ’til the whole crew rich
the plug

- daboii lyrics

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