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Chris Brown & Tyga Ft 50 Cent- I Bet (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
P-LO
P-LO
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Paulo Rodriguez
Paulo Rodriguez
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Hersh
Hersh
Assistant Engineer
P-LO
P-LO
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet Don't be mad at me I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas No sympathy for you niggas Hoe, shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshit Balling like a bitch, all my niggas hood rich Bring some bitches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is Your bitch look like shanayay, nah-uh, oh my goodness It's 500, that be the block Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots Where the plug at? Tell him meet me at the docks Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops Hold up, I'm getting money, boy Your girl want me cause I got them toys Rari's and the Bentleys and the bender doors Double decker buses and them private jets I spend it on Painted on the Maserati, look like it been shitted on Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous I'm a pervert I be in the pussy deep, a nigga fuckin' up her cervix Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that shit on purpose Cause I hope a nigga see it when he comin' home from work Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet Don't be mad at me I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas No sympathy for you niggas I got a hundred on it She ain't faithful to you, nigga Word around town, you know thots get around Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie I gave her fuck what you know, makes no sense you, hoe Rolls gas pedals, Pockets on roseo Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, bitch So comfortable, now get your ass off my couch, bitch Bounce shit, mouse shit, put in your mouth shit I've been playin' with the pussy, time to put that thing in Bang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety I'm slayin', she chased it, she swallowed, she wasted Fuckin' amazin', pump out that bass like freebasin' It's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it Come again, I replay it, speed it up, I'm speed racer Bet if you catch her lyin' she gonna reverse it cause Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet Don't be mad at me I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas No sympathy for you niggas I bet your bitch'll be ready when I say I'm finna leave We only fuck with the foreign, Ferrari horse on them keys You be that nigga she call on when she need someone to love I be that nigga, we just turn up, we just spoiled havin' fun After the stroking I be nuttin' in her mouth like this And you come home like, honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss It's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me We from different sets, why your bitch wanna bang with me? All the time, all the time, I be on the ground Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind It's the paper, they know a nigga get it, get it Shawty gone be with it, let a nigga get it, hold up in it Shawty wanna leave with a nigga, I bet Cause she wanna be on TV with a nigga, I bet Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, nigga, I bet Don't be mad at me I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you niggas No sympathy for you niggas
Writer(s): Curtis James Jackson, Christopher Maurice Brown, Michael Stevenson, Paolo Rodriguez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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