Lyrics Lil Debbie – Bet
Text:
(I’m all gassed up)
Bet you can’t catch me slippin’
I’m in a range, I’m switchin’ lanes
Bet you can’t catch me drippin’, ooh
You ain’t his main, fuck is you sayin’
Bet you can’t catch me slippin’, ooh
Bet you can’t catch me slippin’
I’m in a range, I’m switchin’ lanes
Bet you can’t catch me drippin’, ooh
You ?
You ain’t his main, fuck is you sayin’
Bet you can’t catch me slippin’, ooh
Look I be a snack
He want a honey ?
on his lap
Hundred racks on my lap
Somewhere blowin’ ?
Please don’t nap
White girl up in that trap
Ain’t no Prada, I’m up in the track
Fuck with the 90s stay fuckin’ with cab
?
bullets I promise you that
T-too much sauce though, can’t hold me
Got the eight on me like I’m Kobe
So many sound checks I need a rollie
So many countries, they know me
So many rappers, I could ?
?
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bitches bring me coffee
And do kush ups in my office
When I’m ’bout to get it these hoes mad
At the intersection might turn crash
Side bitch, I’ll take a raincheck
And this raincheck say I stay blessed
Pockets ’bout to bust at the seams
Money like it grow on trees
It’s Debbie year, play the side bitch
Been the hottest thing since Topic, yeah
Bet you can’t catch me slippin’
I’m in a range, I’m switchin’ lanes
Bet you can’t catch me drippin’, ooh
You ?
You ain’t his main, fuck is you sayin’
Bet you can’t catch me slippin’, ooh
Bet you can’t catch me slippin’
Bet you can’t catch me slippin’
Bet you can’t catch me slippin’
I’m in a range, I’m switchin’ lanes
Bet you can’t catch me drippin’, ooh
Bet you can’t catch me slippin’
Off top catch me fetty, ay
?
boy keep tricking
Hit this boy keep wishing, ay
187 I’m killin’ ’em
Son of ?
I’m feelin’ ’em
Haters ain’t shout when they drillin’ ’em
They might let it shoot, shoot
You know my squad, so show my squad
Don’t think I’ma flip my hair and say oh my God
Mad at me, you might be tweakin’ over what I can’t change though
Men in my DMs but I still think he a lame-o
Ay, this ain’t X and Os, all my exes know
They go supernova after Super Soaker
Want it soon as they awake
Sweet tooth, got him chasing for this cake
Now I’m running up a check, but never let him check me hoe
It’s Debbie with the good head, don’t confuse me with me Becky now
My money balance lovely, ay, but you won’t catch me trippin’
I stay with a foreign that you might catch me whippin’
Bet you can’t catch me slippin’
I’m in a range, I’m switchin’ lanes
Bet you can’t catch me drippin’, ooh
You ?
You ain’t his main, fuck is you sayin’
Bet you can’t catch me slippin’, ooh
Bet you can’t catch me slippin’
Bet you can’t catch me slippin’
Bet you can’t catch me slippin’
I’m in a range, I’m switchin’ lanes
Bet you can’t catch me drippin’, ooh
