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Betcha Don't Know Lyrics - Singles - Az The Visualiza

Intro/Chorus: (x2) 

 

Betcha don't know what's goin on 

If you don't know, we're gonna show you, oooohhhh 

 

It's on now, New Year, pop the pain 

Sun blaze thru the grey cloud, stop the rain 

Shear shirts by Chanel, baby, feel the breeze 

Drop top, me and shorty, while she be at my knees 

Let the wind blow, low fade, peep the glow 

Know my style from the foul days, keep it low 

Got new plans, worldwide, livin the life 

Any chick I make wife gon' shiver tonight 

Know the game, it's ups and downs learnin the ropes 

26 years of age, just learnin to cope 

Came a long way but still got so far to go 

So by now, I guess you know, talk to me 

 

Chorus (x2) 

 

What if we all had minds alike? Thought the same 

Only few was taught to get this, divorce the game 

Visualized as a young cat, saw the dream 

Get large, shit hard, and assorted CREAM 

So many came that I saw and went wise on my ways 

Made livin for me more intense, divided my days 

Weekends, party nights, raffled the stakes 

Love sophisticated women, those that rather you wait 

Tipped it off from the finest juice to 90 proof 

Rocked it all, from designer suits to climbin boots 

All in the summertime, workin the courts 

Lookin mommy wit them thick legs, hurtin them shorts 

So many ladies in the world today searchin for mates 

Got these non-players perpin for dates, hold up 

Give me love if you've got it in ya, hot as Virginia 

Hot enough for me to slide this up in ya 

 

Chorus (x2) 

 

Got the solar, Nat King Cole in his prime 

So behold that, shoes unfold in each rhyme 

Move accordin like the Chosen Ones roamin the Earth 

Gettin head until I'm dead, decompose in the dirt 

Play the same spot, bitch cast, lost it all 

Rollin dice and G you're better, now you forced to ball 

Havin fun at the main event, toastin cups 

Quarter pieces tryin to get yours roastin up 

Play the game if you got toys to match your words 

You a vet, throw your net, nigga, catch some birds 

Only a few left, still sincere, spread love 

Thank God, it's a heaven above, talk to me 

 

Chorus to fade