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Artiste : Luh Tyler
Titre : Ok Bet Pt. 2
(You aren´t even a cold breeze for my man, Taz) Yeah, nigga, ayy
Ayy, I´m finna walk this bitch, nigga
Yeah, gang

They like, "Tyler, get back on your snap shit," okay, bet (Okay, bet, nigga)
Got like twenty in my fuckin´ pants (Yeah), sixty on my neck (On my neck, nigga)
How the fuck you rappin´ ´bout them bands? (Yeah) Ain´t never seen a check (Ain´t seen no check, nigga)
Bitch want me to be her man (Yeah), but I just pass her to the next (Straight to the next)
Boy, we richer than a bitch, why the fuck would I be stressed? (Would I be stressed?)
I just woke up, made some fuckin´ bands before your ass got dressed (You ain´t even dressed)
Bitch, I hop on any beat (Nigga) and fuck it up, and make a mess (Uh-uh)
You think Mike Tyson in my blunt, you take a puff, it hit your chest (Boom, baow, nigga)

Nigga, I´m the realest in this shit (Yeah), you cannot get more realer (Can´t get no realer)
All these diamonds on my fuckin´ chain, it might just cause a blizzard (Brr)
Got this lil´ bitch fucked up ´bout the kid and ain´t even hit her (Ain´t even hit her)
And all these bitches tryna have my baby like my name was Skilla

Ski, ha
I took my baby on a ski trip, Luh Tyler (Luh Tyler)
Got people thinkin´ I´m a dragon, what I say fire (Ha)
Tell all my hoes that I love ´em, but I´m a liar (I´m a liar)

Goin´ through my city, stabbin´ shit like I´m Michael Myers (Ayy)
Niggas say they gon´ kill me, okay, bet (Okay, bet)
I been tryna put a M in my jeans, these ain´t Mek (These ain´t Mek)
I been knockin´ down the cold hoes, knockin´ off the threats (Bop)
Niggas notice me when I be on the Delta, so I jump on jets (Ha)

Nigga, please don´t call my phone, it ain´t ´bout cheese, don´t wanna talk (Don´t wanna talk, nigga)
Swear to God, you cannot name a fuckin´ beat I did not walk (I did not walk)
If my nigga see they tryna get it on, he knock ´em off (He knock ´em off, nigga)

Yeah, my nigga treat ´em some like Randy, get ´em mossed
I don´t take no fuckin´ orders, nigga (What? Yeah)
I don´t take no fuckin´ orders ´round this bitch ´cause I´m the boss (Bitch, I´m the boss)
Man, I think you better go and grab the map, these niggas lost (These niggas lost)
Ricks on my fuckin´ feet, just like my last name was Ross (Gang, gang)
Money and the family, it ain´t nothin´ that come before that (Yeah)
I done went back to my old bitch, man, it´s a throwback (It´s a throwback, yeah)
You niggas let your brothers hold some, them niggas so flat (Them niggas so flat)
Nigga, we be standin´ on the business like it was a doormat (That shit a doormat)

Nigga, we was broke (Yeah), but now we ran it up, so we can´t go back (We can´t go back, nigga)
My brodie walked in with a dirty cup, like where the soap at? (Uh-uh)
And that boy be ready to crack a nigga head to where the yolk at
And all this shit I´m sayin´ comin´ off the head, I never wrote that (Ski)

Niggas tryna steal my flow, give me my flow back (Give me my flow back)
I been chillin´, I´ma still kill ´em, they don´t know that (They don´t know that)
I be actin´ like I´m innocent, but I be on that (I be on that)
Baby keep on tryna throw that pussy at me, I don´t want that, huh

These niggas barkin´ on the ´net, pockets so flat (Pockets so flat)
Never see ´em with no money like those boys don´t want racks (They don´t want racks)
I been tryna chill on the hits, don´t make me go back (Chill, chill)
Like a bad barber, I´ll push a lil´ nigga ´fro back (Ha)

They like, "Tyler, get back on your snap shit," okay, bet (Okay, bet, nigga)
Got like twenty in my fuckin´ pants (Yeah), sixty on my neck (On my neck, nigga)
How the fuck you rappin´ ´bout them bands? (Yeah) Ain´t never seen a check (Ain´t seen no check, nigga)
Bitch want me to be her man (Yeah), but I just pass her to the next (Straight to the next)

Boy, we richer than a bitch, why the fuck would I be stressed? (Would I be stressed?)
I just woke up, made some fuckin´ bands before your ass got dressed (You ain´t even dressed)
Bitch, I hop on any beat (Nigga) and fuck it up, and make a mess (Uh-uh)
You think Mike Tyson in my blunt, you take a puff, it hit your chest (Boom, baow, nigga, yeah)

Ski