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yung keeta - betting on lyrics
[intro: keeta]
what yeah, what yeah
what yeah, what yeah
what yeah, what yeah, yeah perfect
you know i’m too turnt in this b_tch right now
got me screaming at one in the morning and sh_t
slatt, slatt, slatt
[chorus: keeta]
it ain’t nothin’ to get you got and get you gone
love it when my money long, i love it when she’s in a thong
know you knowin’ what i’m on my homie look like babytron
suit i got off saint laurent, i’m the one they betting on
yeah, i put the team on my back
you talking on us and we getting you wet
gang done pulled up and go blat
blat, blat, blat, blat
go way too fast in the track
got your boy now you gotta get back
got your boy now you gotta get back
[verse: keeta]
get up outy, get up outy
at thеir clothes, at their clothes, b_tch i’m [?]
b_tch i’m at thе store, i need more, give me all of it
i ain’t never with them politics
i’m bout that money makin’, money makin’, money makin’
f_ck with ass shakin’, don’t f_ck with twelve, f_ck with bakin’
i need all the cash
they got keeta on they playlist
and i do the dash
left they whole block vacant
(slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
[chorus: keeta]
it ain’t nothin’ to get you got and get you gone
love it when my money long, i love it when she’s in a thong
know you knowin’ what i’m on my homie look like babytron
suit i got off saint laurent, i’m the one they betting on
yeah, i put the team on my back
you talking on us and we getting you wet
gang done pulled up and go blat
blat, blat, blat, blat
go way too fast in the track
got your boy now you gotta get back
got your boy now you gotta get back
[verse 2: aftrr]
yeah, get down yeah lay down
let my money talk so they see that i’m paid now
chop g_y as f_ck [?] came out
hungry as f_ck, [?]
[?]
got canadian goose so that sh_t wouldn’t duck
and she see that i’m up and she gon’ say “what’s up”
i’m a real trendsetter, [?]
[?] doesn’t match my pants
[?] but i’m takin’ my chance
nah this ain’t a game yeah my chopper real guns
he wanna be me, he try but he can’t
these bullets hit [?] he tweakin’
this hoe gettin’ freaky [?]
[?] fast, yeah
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
[chorus: keeta]
it ain’t nothin’ to get you got and get you gone
love it when my money long, i love it when she’s in a thong
know you knowin’ what i’m on my homie look like babytron
suit i got off saint laurent, i’m the one they betting on
yeah, i put the team on my back
you talking on us and we getting you wet
gang done pulled up and go blat
blat, blat, blat, blat
go way too fast in the track
got your boy now you gotta get back
got your boy now you gotta get back
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