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Chamillionaire

Genres: Hip-Hop

Bet That Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Sittin' high, still ridin' dem big whips 

Still fly, still grindin', getting big checks 

Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back 

You can bet that, you can bet that 

 

I ride, I shine, nigga, you can bet that 

I smoke, I drink, boy, you can bet that 

22's, 24's how we roll 

I'm a dope rider fa' sho 

 

Everyday me and my dog we wylin' 

7-Tre 7-5 dope ridin' 

And we ain't trippin' on nothin', just vibin' 

Big 9 with me 'cuz a fuck nigga tried me 

 

They already know, how I let him go 

Kill his ass and make sho' at his funeral 

How the hell a O.B. gon' try me? 

I'm O.G. on and off TV, see 

 

Middle fingers in the air, tell 'em fuck y'all 

Tryin' to hate on my dawgs, hell fuck nah 

Why you hatin' on a nigga like that 

Why you tryin' to stab a nigga in his back 

 

I know some niggaz don't like this 

But them niggaz is the reason I'm like this 

Fuck niggaz done made me mad 

I'm 'bout to snap an' put this K on his ass 

 

Sittin' high, still ridin' dem big whips 

Still fly, still grindin', getting big checks 

Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back 

You can bet that, you can bet that 

 

I ride, I shine, nigga, you can bet that 

I smoke, I drink, boy, you can bet that 

22's, 24's all we roll 

I'm a dope rider fa' sho 

 

Hey, I pull up Bentleys, lookin' like they not annoyed 

Trunk popped up lookin' like a Tonka Toy 

If you don't like it you know can get that Almond Joy 

Deez nuts nigga, wuddup Trick, I got ya boy 

 

I'm clickin' over, lemme tell her I got another call 

Ridin' wit my trunk popped up like I'm 'Above The Law' 

Tires wet and nigga they still drippin' Armor-All 

Tell me you gon' fall, and I ain't got to use the arm at all 

 

Bet Daddy finna Trick 'em, finna flip the paper 

Chamillinator, me and Trick we finna shred a hater 

Tip the dinner waiter Trick 'em like we finna date her 

Get off ya sleeves let 'em breathe like a ventilator 

 

Hey, what can I say me and the King Of M.I.A 

Finna, hey, finna touch ya niggaz and ya finna pay 

Stay wit it hey, you we ain't finna play 

Snatch ya off the wheels and you can watch ya rims spin away 

 

Sittin' high, still ridin' dem big whips 

Still fly, still grindin', getting big checks 

Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back 

You can bet that, you can bet that 

 

I ride, I shine, nigga, you can bet that 

I smoke, I drink, boy, you can bet that 

22's, 24's all we roll 

I'm a dope rider fa' sho 

 

In the club wit my dogs we wylin' 

Two straight coup gray dome ridin' 

Look at cha boy go so many hoes 

Look in his mouf he got so many gold 

 

I'm sippin' and I'm goin' 

Whole click, that's how we rollin' 

Stay fly, stay right if ya didn't know 

And that's everywhere that we go 

 

All I wanna do is 

Drive my Chevy through years 

And let 'em sweat the candy paint 

Ain't it right? Ain't it tight? Ain't it nice? Yes 

 

Niggaz like, "Who painted that?" 

Candy apple green, lookin' mean anywhere 

Tweety seat with the digital dash 

And a swat just right in the ass 

 

They wanna know what I got in here 

I got shit when it hit betta run 'em up outta here 

They ain't neva heard nothin' like that 

And they ain't even turned the bass up yet 

 

I love aggressive music 

I smoke, I listen to it 

I drink so much sometimes 

I think I need to quit but I can't do it 

 

Sittin' high, still ridin' dem big whips 

Still fly, still grindin', getting big checks 

Still thuggin', still leanin' to the back 

You can bet that, you can bet that 

 

I ride, I shine, nigga, you can bet that 

I smoke, I drink, boy, you can bet that 

22's, 24's all we roll 

I'm a dope rider fa' sho 

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Copyright: Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration Mp, Inc., Warner

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