Skilla Baby - Ok Bet (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Skilla Baby - Ok Bet (en) Lyrics
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Niggas keep playing, man, that
shit don't make sense
When I know twenty niggas
that's gon' take hits
White gold, bust Patek
full of paint chips
Lil' nigga, but my bag
big as Saint Nick
All my niggas shake shit,
just like fake bricks
I love me a pretty bitch
that's gon' take dick
When I got shot, niggas
played with me, huh
When them niggas got shot,
I ain't say shit
Everyday I play the hood
like I ain't rich
I'm really up some dog shit
off create checks
Niggas say they gon'
kill me, okay, bet
But I ain't even bust a sweat,
them boys ain't threats
That shit ain't shit, nigga,
watch my new kick
Left for six through with
Gary, all blue shit
My new bitch, she the one,
but she too thick
I can't be doing certain
shit, man, I'm too rich
You want niggas out your way,
you gotta move shit
We ain't goin' around niggas,
we go through shit
I hate the court, we don't accept
pleas, we shoot shit
I'm walking 'round, rich as
fuck on my juice shit
These rap niggas eatin'
dick, Jeffrey Dahmer
Playin' half-and-half, both
sides, Arnold Palmer
Huh, shoot a nigga wit' a smile,
I couldn't be calmer
Nigga think he gon' scare me just
because he holler (Ayy)
A couple niggas played wit' me
knowin' that they need me
Huh, now I'm two-million up,
I feel like I'm Peezy
All my fans want to see
Brown, I ain't Breezy
All the bitches still wanna fuck
me and they know I'm sleazy
Truck full of 'bows, neck full of gold
Hugh Hefner in my house,
bed full of hoes
I got a check, so I spent
a check on my watch
Put a check on my opps,
go check on my opps
Let me see 'em outside, they getting
stretched on that block
If you love me, baby, put
your neck on my cock
Rose gold tint, all white Patek
Ten steppers with me and
they all like static
Huh, is that ass real?
Baby, let me grab it
Huh, all my bitches gotta be pretty
and thick as the rabbit
Man, I love cheatin',
it's just a habit
I love Mike Amiri, even
spend shit in fashion
I love getting money, it make me happy
I know how to get shit done
just like my daddy
Huh, when they hear I'm in town,
them boys get frantic
They know Mike Mo wit' me,
them boys don't panic
West side nigga, I'm a East side Don
East side adopted me, I'm
with East Side Juan
Took a fifty up to Gary, told
him, "Freeze my time"
You need to take yo' ice back, man
See mine shine, y'all got the good
opps, man, see mine lyin'
What a time to be alive,
niggas keep on dyin'
Man, flights ain't cheap,
but I keep on flyin'
Niggas wanna be around
Skilla, he got signed
They all dick suckers, yeah,
y'all dick suckers
I think I love all my hoes right
until we quit fucking, huh
Skilla, baby, in the gang,
got this bitch jumpin'
Spent a hundred on my chain,
man this bitch bussin'
All the kids love me, I'm
finna quit cussing
Rich as fuck, but I'm still in this
bitch thuggin' (My nigga Lee,
I think we got another one)
When them niggas got shot, I ain't
say shit (I ain't say shit)
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