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bet ! - fatt macc lyrics

[intro]
(zaycello, you made this?)
on god

[chorus]
you ain’t never been to the land, walked through the farm
we could bet a hundred bands (trap)
i was tryna put her on the choke, ho looked at me crazy and asked for a xan (what?)
have you ever lost everything?
show you how to get it back, n*gga, just don’t panic (trap)
trappin’ out the two bedroom
b*tch, look at the jewelry, i been spendin’ me a mansion (racks)
b*tch, you ain’t never put a hundred in the trunk of a honda, but you just gotta cram it (bet it)
we’ll shoot a rat, bet a rack anytime of the month, ’cause them young n*ggas havin’ (on god)
i know you’re wearin’ moissanite
umm, i can look at your neck and i can tell you how you’re dancin’ (no way)

[verse]
i know you ain’t pour you a tre of the quay in the front of three hundred a line (a hundred)
i bet you can’t get lemon*cherry
better sell a hundred dollars and sell ’em for nine (woo)
i bet the b*tch f*ck for a hundred (what?)
if she ain’t got a foreign, the b*tch ain’t mine (no)
i bet the b*tch f*ck for this money
she say she won’t do it, you know that she lyin’ (i’m gone)
i stay with a couple of shooters
b*tch, look at me wrong, they probably gon’ do ya (bah)
i stay with them saucers and boogies
uhh, i’m fresher than a b*tch, i be f*ckin’ the booster (on god)
they cut off my phone, i’m makin’ these plays, i’m tired of keep f*ckin’ these cougars (fatt)
got shot in my head, won’t give me no perc, they already know i abuse ’em (i abuse ’em)
i got me some money, and found me a plug, then i ran it up to the ceilin’ (on god)
they k!lled my lil’ n*gga, i’m thinkin’ ’bout top, so i took the drac’ to his window (shh)
i hit up two n*ggas and they tried to k!ll me
she crazy, i really been chillin’ (she crazy)
i ran up a hundred, and f*cked up a hundred
it’s crazy that i got a million (it’s crazy)
i bet you ain’t got you no bands, still on the internet, steady be dissin’ (f*ck ya)
[chorus]
you ain’t never been to the land, walked through the farm
we could bet a hundred bands (on god)
i was tryna put her on the choke, ho looked at me crazy and asked for a xan (what?)
have you ever lost everything?
show you how to get it back, n*gga, just don’t panic (on god)
trappin’ out the two bedroom
b*tch, look at the jewelry, i been spendin’ me a mansion (shi)
b*tch, you ain’t never put a hundred in the trunk of a honda, but you just gotta cram it (bet it)
we’ll shoot a rat, bet a rack anytime of the month, ’cause them young n*ggas havin’ (on god)
i know you’re wearin’ moissanite
umm, i can look at your neck and i can tell you how you’re dancin’ (no way)

[outro]
no way
trap
bet you ain’t, n*gga, ol’ broke ass
bet it
bet it
bet it
bet it
bet it
bet it

- fatt macc lyrics

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