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Ok bet lyrics

Performer Nelly Sacrifice

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I'm tryna talk to a lot of the fans, okay bitch You think you've seen it now, you ain't seen shit
I'm tryna stay up to meet you, okay bitch I ain't tryna lock you up when I need help, okay bitch
Telling I miss using this word, celebrate You can't tell me you ain't fucking for a year
You can't tell me them bodies ain't there, okay bitch
Like one time I'm cut off your neck, most these bitches want you to stress
Most these bitches like ticks on flesh, excuse me
Why you ain't call me bitch? I'm just a gentleman, my folks raise me different
I'm just one of them niggas who growed up, raised up when I was supposed to dismiss
I want it like your attitude, I'ma just go ahead call you sis
Don't play her for real, gotta have you some class, yeah
I got a better offer for you, sell that pussy, bring my money back
See I know I fooled you, see I beat you to it
You one of them hoes that'll go in my stash, you one of them hoes that's moving like that
See I see right through it, seen your feet before your booty, it's new
Tryna talk to a lot of the fans, okay bitch You think you've seen it now, you ain't seen shit
I'm tryna stay up to meet you, okay bitch
I ain't tryna lock you in when I need her, okay bitch
Telling y'all bitch who's in this world, sell her bitch
You can't tell me you fucking for a year, you can't tell when them bodies ain't there, okay bitch
Like one time I'm cut off your neck, most these bitches want you to stress
Most these bitches like ticks on flesh, I like to leave out clueless
I already peeped y'all game, shit really weak, I stand up proper, yeah
Tell me what you got to offer, woman said they want a man
Okay just let me know what kind of man you like, yeah
He gotta have a A1 credit score, he gotta have his own business
He gotta look up to Paul, he ain't gotta be a hoe like me
He gotta come with no kids, he gotta come on his shit
He gotta come with a bachelor degree, he gotta come with something better than me
He gotta learn how to cook, fuck it baby, now can I ask you a question
Can you do all that? Tryna talk to a lot of the fans, okay bitch
You think you seen it now, you ain't seen shit
I'm tryna stay out the media, okay bitch
I ain't tryna lock in when I need help, you okay bitch
Tell me I miss using this word, celebrate
You can't tell me you fucking for a year, you can't tell when them bodies ain't there, okay bitch
Like one time I'm cut off your neck, most these bitches want you to stress
Most these bitches like ticks on flesh
Who that money to buy
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: Donerius Crowder
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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