[Chorus: Cool Courtney]
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You ain't fucking with me, bet
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You ain't fucking with me, bet
Bet [?]
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One of you n***as run up on me, better not
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You ain't fucking with me, bet
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You ain't fucking with me, bet
Bet [?]
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One of you n***as run up on me, better not
[Verse 1: Cool Courtney]
Bet then, bet I ain't got head in a red Benz
Indian from Washington, I just love her red skin
The bitch friend is a lesbian, [?] hit them both
What happen to my [?]
[?]
Bet, ain't a n***a fucking with me yet
Cool Courtney, yuh eastside, bet
[?] my n***as know I'm a always keep them on deck
So much ice on my chest, I think a penguan asleep on my neck
[?]
Oh that's your girlfriend? That's just my cuddy buddy
No descussion, why you at home fussing?
You know it ain't nothing, 'cause I call it bussing


Bet
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You ain't fucking with me, bet
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Bet
You ain't fucking with me, bet
Bet [?]
Bet [?]
Bet [?]
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One of you n***as run up on me, better not
Bet
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You ain't fucking with me, bet
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You ain't fucking with me, bet
Bet [?]
Bet [?]
Bet [?]
Bet [?]
One of you n***as run up on me, better not
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
I bet these lames wanna see me hurting
Yeah I be hurting, behind them curtins
Of the fantom
Reading Paparazzi magazines, I'm eating on some shrimp, and I'm sipping on some lean
You can bet that
My nails got designs on them, I'm fly [?] bitches
My hair color red, I'm Blood on you bitches
I'm in DC, I'm tryna get rich
I bet you can't fuck with me for free, trick
Put your money where your mouth is
'Cause all that other shit you talking, I don't wanna hear
I'm on my rockstar shit, but you don't understand it
But then again, I bet you do, because you can't stand it


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You ain't fucking with me, bet
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You ain't fucking with me, bet
Bet [?]
Bet [?]
Bet [?]
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One of you n***as run up on me, better not
Bet
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You ain't fucking with me, bet
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You ain't fucking with me, bet
Bet [?]
Bet [?]
Bet [?]
Bet [?]
One of you n***as run up on me, better not
[Verse 3: Don Trip]
Semmy automatic flamer on me
They gon' have to call the [?] tamer on me
Live from the jungle, never swanging on the tree
I just took my medication, go insane on the beat
It's unlikely that I aim and don't squeeze
[?] life sentence to a man that don't read
Tomorrow might come, but it ain't a guarantee
So as long as I breathe, I bet a stranger won't eat
[?] might complain that I'm cheep
'Cause I never give her shit, but a stane on the sheets
I'm dope, and that the same thang I slang in the streets
[?] set up an arangement to meet with me

[Chorus: Cool Courtney]
Bet
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You ain't fucking with me, bet
Bet
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You ain't fucking with me, bet
Bet [?]
Bet [?]
Bet [?]
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One of you n***as run up on me, better not
Bet
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You ain't fucking with me, bet
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You ain't fucking with me, bet
Bet [?]
Bet [?]
Bet [?]
Bet [?]
One of you n***as run up on me, better not