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fmb dz & philthy rich – bet i could lyrics

[verse 1: fmb dz]
this year i got some big sh-t off my bucket list
walk in my shoes, i bet you couldn’t live up to this
videos like a hockey game, all these icy sticks
i’m just sayin’, i’m beefin’ with your mans then you might get hit
what’s this sh-t i’m hearin’, n-ggas tryna get buried
with this rocket i start shootin’ like i’m brent barry
put some money on your kids like the tooth fairy
you ain’t ready for this sh-t, boy you too scary
since i been droppin’ all these n-ggas’ hoes been actin’ different
i got a package, you just know me from this rappin’ n-gga
if i gotta act up, it’s a wrap for n-ggas
’cause i got them toys with me, it ain’t action figures
did it in months, name a n-gga that could
looked out for you, name a n-gga that would
it’s in my genes n-gga, i ain’t gotta act hood
they payin’ me that cheese n-gga ’cause my craft good

[chorus: fmb dz]
bet i could get these n-ggas in they feelings
bet i could get these b-tches in they feelings
bet if i pull up in that b-tch and it ain’t got no ceiling
bet if i pull up with your b-tch, we wasn’t just chillin’
bet i could get these n-ggas in they feelings
bet i could get these b-tches in they feelings
bet if i pull up in that b-tch and it ain’t got no ceiling
bet if i pull up with your b-tch, we wasn’t just chillin’

[verse 2: philthy rich]
dz sold out the complex
growin’ up, had a little man complex
baby mama keep sendin’ dumb threats
but i ain’t trippin’, we don’t answer one text
last year made a million, i can confess
had to get that off my chest, i been dumb stressed
a n-gga play with me, we make a dumb mess
had to cut them suckers off, that was one less
n-gga get knocked down and we the suspect
talkin’ all that tough sh-t on the internet
see real n-ggas, we ain’t really into that
runnin’ off at the mouth’ll get your ceiling cracked
this chopper hit your -ss, won’t get your feeling back
signed to the streets with no deal attached
rap ain’t workin’, back to dealing crack
couple pounds of gelato, gotta send the pack, it’s philthy

[verse 3: cookie money]
i’m a b street n-gga, eighty on my wrist
and i ain’t get it off rap, i got it off the b-tch
ten bands up in barneys, got it off the brick
bust your b-tch wide open, make her do the splits
payed cash for this ghost, b-tch no rentals
gold forgis got these p-ssy n-ggas in they feelings
all my n-ggas tote thirties, all my n-ggas drillin’
we ain’t runnin’ from no smoke, all my n-ggas k!llin’
we gotta shoot everybody, we can’t leave no witness
got no love for these hoes, we even shootin’ b-tches
mob ties so i die when it come to business
streets made my heart cold, i ain’t got no feelings
rest in peace to my pops, a real f-ckin’ legend
he done had a golden child, a real f-ckin’ blessing
i know he love to see my ball while he smile in heaven
f-ckin’ hoes and doin’ shows all the way to texas

- fmb dz philthy rich lyrics

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