Rajwap B O B Ft T I Playboy Tre - Bet I Song Lyrics

  • [Chorus - B.o.B]

    Put me on anything still I bet I bust

    Put me anywhere on the map I bet I bust

    This is what I does so, please don’t gas me up

    Matter of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud

    I bet I bust

    I bet I bust (I, I)

    I bet I bust

    I bet I, I bet I,(bust)

    I bet I bust

    I bet I bust (I, I)

    Matter of fact, gimme 15 minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust


    Bust, bust, bu-bu-bust

    Yeah, on bud, bet I bust

    Thats just what I does, yes

    Put me anywhere on the map with a backpack strapped

    Still I bet I bust

    Bet I flow

    Bet I rip this beat

    Bet I feel that soul

    Bet I go

    Bet I bench these n-ggas like Ray, sit down bro!

    Bet I know, everything about this game

    Bet I know my role

    Plus they know when I come to the court this is my sport

    B dot o, B

    So, bet I go

    Bet I’m on a brand new plane

    Bet I’m in a whole different zone

    I ain’t really from this place

    So im up all night long

    Really I’m in outterspace

    Really I ain’t got no home

    Really I’m a saint

    Bet I’m blown,

    Bet I’m thrown, up to the sky

    Over the ocean

    So I fly wherever I’m goin

    When I’m by, bet I’m focused

    If it’s five, you can bet I roll it

    Matter of fact, you can bet I bust

    [Chorus - B.o.B]


    Drive a brown parkin center

    The king from the emma

    The room with the boom in the booth, I deliver

    The hottest, you prolly too small to acknowledge you

    Impossible to copy like what everybody try to do

    We cool as some dudes on them waves out in Malibu

    I’m ballin hard baseline, fall through the alley-oop


    Comin through this thang like James in the air off the bare of my hand

    N-gga jus can’t. pretend you forgot my name if you wanna

    I’ma come hard like a bar?


    Make a n-gga wanna rebound, turnt up, all the way, hey (?)

    2 or 3 tramp

    Put em in the ? bentley

    N-gga say he do it like us, he should mean 96, 97

    in Atlanta have more blocks than Mutombo

    For those who can’t hold water need a new kidney

    Put it down under Australia, Sidney (bye)

    And I’m still representing,

    For the n-ggas under prison

    You are tuned in, listenin

    And I’m back to doing big things

    A sucka lookin for me, start in yo bitch’(s) dreams

    Thats why I’m 20 feet tall standing on the big screen

    Get dough, get green, my flow sickening,

    It’s the King n-gga!

    [Chorus - B.o.B]

    [Playboy Tre]

    Yeah, back with a cup of that liquor, n-gga

    yall don’t really know Tre,

    Really know me,

    Really know the streets, no!

    Yall n-ggas really ain’t G,

    Really ain’t hard,

    Never really served no heart,

    Yall be playin that roll

    Talkin that pimp sh-t,

    Never really pimp sh-t, nah

    Yall be singin them hoes

    But I don’t, and I won’t

    I’ll get a bitch anytime I want

    I’m that guy, spit that fire

    Shake the ground everytime I stomp

    Bit? in the trunk, cup in the air

    You can talk sh-t but I really don’t care

    Man I’m in the cadillac goin direct

    Gonna clack that back? cuz a n-gga ain’t scared

    I’m that red clay, East of the A?

    Ya n-ggas get locked up everyday

    Cops ain’t sh-t so I drop that sh-t

    (?) make it through the day

    Grindin for my pay

    It’s that n-gga Tre

    Bustin like a pistol best believe it when I say

    That I bust!

    [Chorus - B.o.B]


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