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Chris Brown & Tyga - I Bet (ft. 50 Cent)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
P-LO
P-LO
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Paulo Rodriguez
Paulo Rodriguez
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Hersh
Hersh
Assistant Engineer
P-LO
P-LO
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Shawty wanna leave with a ****, I bet
'Cause she wanna be on TV with a ****, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, ****, I bet
Don't be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you ****
No sympathy for you ****
Hoe, shut the fuck up, miss me with the bullshit
Balling like a bitch, all my **** hood rich
Bring some bitches to the crib, show 'em what the wood is
Your bitch look like shanayay, nah-uh, oh my goodness
It's 500, that be the block
Then you see that ghetto bird when you hear the shots
Where the plug at, tell him meet me at the docks
Sent the little homie through, it might be the cops
Hold up, I'm getting money, boy
Your girl want me cause I got them toys
Rari's and the Bentleys and the bender doors
Double decker buses and them private jets I spend it on
Painted on the Maserati, look like it been shitted on
Make her lift her skirt up, if she nervous I'm a pervert
I be in the pussy deep, a **** fuckin' up her cervix
Leave the condoms on the bed, man, I do that shit on purpose
'Cause I hope a **** see it when he comin' home from work
Shawty wanna leave with a ****, I bet
'Cause she wanna be on TV with a ****, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, ****, I bet
Don't be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you ****
No sympathy for you ****
I got a hundred on it
She ain't faithful to you, ****
Word around town, you know thots get around
Nah, she testify, wouldn't trust her, homie
I gave her fuck what you know, makes no sense you, hoe
Rolls gas pedals, Pockets on roseo
Rosetta, my stones ain't meant for the home, bitch
So comfortable
(Now get your ass off my couch, bitch)
Bounce shit, mouse shit, put in your mouth shit
I've been playin' with the pussy, time to put that thing in
Bang it, I'm bangin', my binger off safety
I'm slayin', she chased it, she swallowed, she wasted
Fuckin' amazin', pump out that bass like freebasin'
It's a rough demonstration, the mileage, replace it
Come again, I replay it, speed it up, I'm speed racer
Bet if you catch her lyin' she gonna reverse it 'cause
Shawty wanna leave with a ****, I bet
(Yeah, got you)
Cause she wanna be on TV with a ****, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, ****, I bet
Don't be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you ****
(Yeah)
No sympathy for you ****
(50)
I bet your bitch'll be ready when I say I'm finna leave
We only fuck with the foreign, Ferrari horse on them keys
You be that **** she call on when she need someone to love
I be that ****, we just turn up, we just spoiled havin' fun
After the stroking I be nuttin' in her mouth like this
And you come home like, honey, I'm home, come and give me kiss
It's not a thing for me, really not a thing for me
We from different sets, why your bitch wanna bang with me?
All the time, all the time, I be on the ground
Hoes look at me, the dollar signs run across they mind
It's the paper, they know a **** get it, get it
Shawty gone be with it, let a **** get it, hold up in it
Shawty wanna leave with a ****, I bet
'Cause she wanna be on TV with a ****, I bet
Bet you never thought that she would cheat on you, ****, I bet
Don't be mad at me
I pull that chopper out and squeeze on you ****
No sympathy for you ****
Ya'll bitches **** got me fucked up
I'm not fuckin' ya'll ****
I don't give a fuck who ya'll is
And I don't give a fuck if you Chris Brown or Tyga
And ya'll not giving me my coin
I wanna be on TV, I wanna be on Love and Hip Hop, on Hollywood and shit
Don't get it fucked up
Written by: Chris Brown, Curtis James Jackson, Michael Ray Stevenson, Paulo Rodriguez
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