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Ok Bet Video (MV)




Performed By: Skilla Baby
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Brandon Lee Cherry, Trevon Gardner




Skilla Baby - Ok Bet Lyrics




Huh?
Nah, for real
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Huh?

Niggas keep playing, man, that shit don't make sense
When I know twenty niggas that's gon' take hits
White gold, bust Patek full of paint chips
Lil' nigga, but my bag big as Saint Nick
All my niggas shake shit just like fake bricks
I love me a pretty bitch that's gon' take dick
When I got shot, niggas played with me, huh
When them niggas got shot, I ain't say shit

Every day, I play the hood like I ain't rich
I'm really up some dog shit off Create checks
Niggas say they gon' kill me, okay, bet
But I ain't even bust a sweat, them boys ain't threats
That shit ain't shit, nigga, watch my new kit
Left a sixty with Gary, all blue shit
My new bitch, she the one, but she too thick
I can't be doin' certain shit, man, I'm too rich
You want niggas out your way, you gotta move shit
We ain't goin' around niggas, we go through shit
I hate the court, we don't accept pleas, we shoot shit
I'm walking 'round rich as f*ck, on my Jew shit
These rap niggas eatin' dick, Jeffrey Dahmer
Playin' half-and-half, both sides, Arnold Palmer
Huh, shoot a nigga with a smile, I couldn't be calmer
Nigga think he gon' scare me just because he holler (ayy)
A couple niggas played with me knowin' that they need me
Huh, now I'm two million up, I feel like I'm Peezy
All my fiends want to see brown, I ain't Breezy
All the bitches still wanna f*ck me and they know I'm sleazy
Truck full of 'bows, neck full of gold
Hugh Hefner in my house, bed full of hoes
I got a check, so I spent a check on my watch
Put a check on my opps, go check on my opps
Let me see 'em outside, they getting stretched on that block
If you love me, baby, put your neck on my cock
Rose gold tint, all white Patek
Ten steppers with me and they all like static (huh)
Is that ass real? Baby, let me grab it (huh)
All my bitches gotta be pretty and thick as the rabbit
Man, I love cheatin', it's just a habit
I love Mike Amiri, even spend shit in fashion
I love getting money, it make me happy
I know how to get shit done just like my daddy (huh)
When they hear I'm in town, them boys get frantic
They know Mike Mo with me, them boys don't panic
Westside nigga, I'm a Eastside don
Eastside adopted me, I'm with Eastside Juan
Took a fifty up to Gary, told him freeze my time
You need to take your ice back, man, see, mine shine
Y'all got the good opps, man, see, mine lyin'
What a time to be alive, niggas keep on dyin'
Man, flights ain't cheap, but I keep on flyin'
Niggas wanna be around Skilla, he got signed
They all dick suckers, yeah, y'all dick suckers
I think I love all my hoes right until we quit f*ckin', huh
Skilla Baby and the gang got this bitch jumpin'
Spent a hundred on my chain, man, this bitch bussin'
All the kids love me, I'm finna quit cussin'
Rich as f*ck, but I'm still in this bitch thuggin' (my nigga Lee, I think we got another one)

We ain't goin' around niggas, we go through shit
Put a check on my opps, go check on my opps

Niggas keep playing, man, that shit don't make sense
When I know twenty niggas that's gon' take hits
White gold, bust Patek full of paint chips
Lil' nigga, but my bag big as Saint Nick
All my niggas shake shit just like fake bricks
I love me a pretty bitch that's gon' take dick
When I got shot, niggas played with me, huh
When them niggas got shot, I ain't say shit
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Huh?
Nah, for real
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Huh?

Niggas keep playing, man, that shit don't make sense
When I know twenty niggas that's gon' take hits
White gold, bust Patek full of paint chips
Lil' nigga, but my bag big as Saint Nick
All my niggas shake shit just like fake bricks
I love me a pretty bitch that's gon' take dick
When I got shot, niggas played with me, huh
When them niggas got shot, I ain't say shit

Every day, I play the hood like I ain't rich
I'm really up some dog shit off Create checks
Niggas say they gon' kill me, okay, bet
But I ain't even bust a sweat, them boys ain't threats
That shit ain't shit, nigga, watch my new kit
Left a sixty with Gary, all blue shit
My new bitch, she the one, but she too thick
I can't be doin' certain shit, man, I'm too rich
You want niggas out your way, you gotta move shit
We ain't goin' around niggas, we go through shit
I hate the court, we don't accept pleas, we shoot shit
I'm walking 'round rich as f*ck, on my Jew shit
These rap niggas eatin' dick, Jeffrey Dahmer
Playin' half-and-half, both sides, Arnold Palmer
Huh, shoot a nigga with a smile, I couldn't be calmer
Nigga think he gon' scare me just because he holler (ayy)
A couple niggas played with me knowin' that they need me
Huh, now I'm two million up, I feel like I'm Peezy
All my fiends want to see brown, I ain't Breezy
All the bitches still wanna f*ck me and they know I'm sleazy
Truck full of 'bows, neck full of gold
Hugh Hefner in my house, bed full of hoes
I got a check, so I spent a check on my watch
Put a check on my opps, go check on my opps
Let me see 'em outside, they getting stretched on that block
If you love me, baby, put your neck on my cock
Rose gold tint, all white Patek
Ten steppers with me and they all like static (huh)
Is that ass real? Baby, let me grab it (huh)
All my bitches gotta be pretty and thick as the rabbit
Man, I love cheatin', it's just a habit
I love Mike Amiri, even spend shit in fashion
I love getting money, it make me happy
I know how to get shit done just like my daddy (huh)
When they hear I'm in town, them boys get frantic
They know Mike Mo with me, them boys don't panic
Westside nigga, I'm a Eastside don
Eastside adopted me, I'm with Eastside Juan
Took a fifty up to Gary, told him freeze my time
You need to take your ice back, man, see, mine shine
Y'all got the good opps, man, see, mine lyin'
What a time to be alive, niggas keep on dyin'
Man, flights ain't cheap, but I keep on flyin'
Niggas wanna be around Skilla, he got signed
They all dick suckers, yeah, y'all dick suckers
I think I love all my hoes right until we quit f*ckin', huh
Skilla Baby and the gang got this bitch jumpin'
Spent a hundred on my chain, man, this bitch bussin'
All the kids love me, I'm finna quit cussin'
Rich as f*ck, but I'm still in this bitch thuggin' (my nigga Lee, I think we got another one)

We ain't goin' around niggas, we go through shit
Put a check on my opps, go check on my opps

Niggas keep playing, man, that shit don't make sense
When I know twenty niggas that's gon' take hits
White gold, bust Patek full of paint chips
Lil' nigga, but my bag big as Saint Nick
All my niggas shake shit just like fake bricks
I love me a pretty bitch that's gon' take dick
When I got shot, niggas played with me, huh
When them niggas got shot, I ain't say shit
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Writer: Brandon Lee Cherry, Trevon Gardner
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