lirik lagu bet on me – kota qenny
[intro]
kota!
[verse]
n*gga catch these hands like his name cortland finnegan
or he catch these bullets like he turned into brian finneran
ask the lord to forgive me ‘cause i know i’m finna sin again
told me i was good ‘cause i’m tryna be a better man
he finna lag out this game called life he shoulda bought a lan
that boy be lying, put three up in his cap he thought he had chance
better pace his self ‘fore one in his back like his name was lance
he say he want thе smoke but call me sir he didn’t want thе canc’
got a drac’ and a .40 on my side i call ‘em ovo
call a n*gga kota tnt because i’m known to blow
i call his b*tch first round giannis ‘cause she known to choke
so many blues in my jeans you’d think my name kota loc
got a glock stay c*cked so i named it forrest whittaker
he think that he a gangsta but he ain’t john dillinger
yo b*tch got mad at me ‘cause i said i wasn’t feeling her
when she give me head i’m stone get behind it and i’m k!lling her
yeah i’m finna beat it out the frame
his b*tch say she wanna a pic with me but she ain’t with the gang
gave that b*tch a swerve told her she need to stay in her lane
tryna get this bread other n*ggas go against the grain
say other n*ggas go against the flow
he think he balling get hit wit’ a stick like mlb the show
my legends always winning so the team ain’t never getting low
that boy think he a shooter and he cold he ain’t eric snow
for a mil’ i’ll walk to the bucks i’m just being honest
the only way you’ll hear “why?” out the g is if i’m calling giannis
b*tch come through she finna swallow me like a bottle of tonic
qenny stay riding with the dogs like we wallace and gromit
i stay getting ill on the beat my words and my bars is my vomit
he ain’t a shooter to me some of my n*ggas like shamet
that boy behind on the times him and his gang is the amish
he better protect his head ‘fore we come knock off his bonnet
f*cking with the gang and we’ll come knock off his head
dame with the shot blaze a trail that you cannot tread
think that he on top make him sink like he made of lead
think that he the judge of me then we’ll make him dread
play off of my name i’ll bring my thunder like i’m cp3
put a hole in him and turn him to a dvd
son won’t throw nothing but the hands like he metal lee
need to check the chips that’s on the table better bet on me
[outro]
kota!
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