lirik lagu doe b - betta kno it
(hook x2)
i’m a yung n-gg- gettin’ money (betta kno it)
bank roll full of all the hundid (betta kno it)
watch cost a car, i ain’t frontin’ (betta kno it)
i’mma walk like a star, that’s a nothin’ (betta kno it)
brand new yama with the honeys (betta kno it)
that n-gg- j talking marijuana (betta kno it)
sparkles on the bottle, keep it coming (betta kno it)
blow a hundid thousand, ain’t nothin’ (betta kno it)
(verse)
i’m a dead man walkin’
cause i keep a lot of dead presidents on me
i ain’t rich, homie, but i’m gettin’ rich, homie
it’s hand on me, amg kid, homie
your wilf should have been foreign
your b-tch ain’t shud, should have been foreign
she like girls, i like girls, we got a lot in common
she only fock wid me cause i get a lot of money
but if you got it, ain’t trick me
lil’ n-gg-, i got it, i ain’t trippin’
one show, get it back, thirty minutes
do a show, blow the rest, thirty minutes
f-ck ’em wid the big buddha wholes
in the strip club, throwing money to her clothes
pure link, wear my collar, i’m a big dawg
n-gg-, wizzy lucianos, what the fucl are those?
i’mma take a trip at the mexico
tell pablo i’m off on sellin’ dough
i’mma pour (???) can’t catch a cold
and i’m iced up like an eskimo
real diamonds on my reeza, look!
did this type of sh-t and did yo’ b-tch too
thousand dollar frame d cutter, yeah!
and if he do the same he a hunter too
(hook x2)
i’m a yung n-gg- gettin’ money (betta kno it)
bank roll full of all the hundid (betta kno it)
watch cost a car, i ain’t frontin’ (betta kno it)
i’mma walk, and a star, that’s a number (betta kno it)
brand new yama with the honeys (betta kno it)
that n-gg- j talking marijuana (betta kno it)
sparkles on the bottle, keep it coming (betta kno it)
blow a hundid thousand, ain’t nothin’ (betta kno it)
(verse)
i’mma yung n-gg- with a check
i’mma yung n-gg- with respect
a heart can’t leave a p-ssy wet
shoot this b-tch up like the rent
for 0’s in his back like an outtie
whole brick on your head, that’s a bounty
my n-gg- won’t spend a night in the county
keep a fine low like jenny copry
self made n-gg-, no coats on
fit the racks on the ap, no doubt
ain;t front a baby, don’t goes right
cause the plod blow the rags like an old lyme
get the f-cking wid the yellow like a legga, n-gg-
the nelson mangella, i ain’t b-ssin’ n-gg-
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