Lil' O - Betcha Can't Do It Lyrics






[Talking]
It's Lil' O baby
South...mother...fucking...west

I know you're balling, and you think that you rich
I can tell deep down, you wanna fuck my bitch
But playa I ain't mad, partna look at that switch
She walk around the club, bow legged like a pit
And when she do that dance, when she vibrate her thighs
All the big d-boys, mouth open wide
Baby got that H2O water, like Plies
Booty busting out the g-string, like surprise
But dog to tell the truth, man she in love with daddy
It ain't because I rap, cause my hemi or my Caddy
She just love my G, and how I lay the beef patty
And if you try to holla man, I bet she do you badly man I bet ya can't do it

[Chorus - 2x]
Bet ya can't do it, on the dick she popping
Bet ya can't do it, on the dick she popping
Bet ya can't do it, bet ya-bet ya can't do it
Bet ya-bet ya can't do it, on the dick she popping

Ok I know I know, I know you make it rain
Ok you in the league, you play ball you got some change
Ok I see I see, you got a big piece and chain
But if she really care, why she looking at you strange
When will you boys learn, that playas get chose
She got her own bread, she can buy her own clothes
She keep herself right, from her head to her toes
And she don't give a damn, if your neck and wrist froze
See when she call up a real player, like me
It's just for some good conversation, with a G
Plus I know it helps, that I'm thoed at slanging D
But if you think I'm lying playa go ahead and see, man I bet ya can't do it

[Chorus - 2x]

Ok I know, I know you ride on 24's
Ok ok you rap, and you do a lot of shows
Ok ok you stay up in the mall, you got some clothes
But if she really care, why she sticking up her nose
Running back to me, like she sprinting half mile
Dog don't ask me, cause I swear that ain't my gal
I'm just a real G, from that H but my style
Will make a good chick from TSU, run wild
They call me Lil' O, I got a mean player swagger
And dog I ain't cuffing, if she wants you you can have her
But if she say no, don't disrespect and grab her
Cause I might have to hit you up, with this three and stagger
Man I bet ya can't do it

[Chorus - 2x]





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  1. R.... E....

    Sou mufuckin Wess

  2. S.... T....

    I know you're balling, and you think that you rich
    I can tell deep down, you wanna fuck my bitch
    But playa I ain't mad, partna look at that switch
    She walk around the club, bow legged like a pit
    And when she do that dance, when she vibrate her thighs
    All the big d-boys, mouth open wide
    Baby got that H2O water, like Plies
    Booty busting out the g-string, like surprise
    But dog to tell the truth, man she in love with daddy
    It ain't because I rap, cause my hemi or my Caddy
    She just love my G, and how I lay the beef patty
    And if you try to holla man, I bet she do you badly man I bet ya can't do it

    [Chorus - 2x]
    Bet ya can't do it, on the dick she popping
    Bet ya can't do it, on the dick she popping
    Bet ya can't do it, bet ya-bet ya can't do it
    Bet ya-bet ya can't do it, on the dick she popping

    Ok I know I know, I know you make it rain
    Ok you in the league, you play ball you got some change
    Ok I see I see, you got a big piece and chain
    But if she really care, why she looking at you strange
    When will you boys learn, that playas get chose
    She got her own bread, she can buy her own clothes
    She keep herself right, from her head to her toes
    And she don't give a damn, if your neck and wrist froze
    See when she call up a real player, like me
    It's just for some good conversation, with a G
    Plus I know it helps, that I'm thoed at slanging D
    But if you think I'm lying playa go ahead and see, man I bet ya can't do it

    [Chorus - 2x]

    Ok I know, I know you ride on 24's
    Ok ok you rap, and you do a lot of shows
    Ok ok you stay up in the mall, you got some clothes
    But if she really care, why she sticking up her nose
    Running back to me, like she sprinting half mile
    Dog don't ask me, cause I swear that ain't my gal
    I'm just a real G, from that H but my style
    Will make a good chick from TSU, run wild
    They call me Lil' O, I got a mean player swagger
    And dog I ain't cuffing, if she wants you you can have her
    But if she say no, don't disrespect and grab her
    Cause I might have to hit you up, with this three and stagger
    Man I bet ya can't do it

  3. d.... t....

    that's my kinfolk

    d.... t....

    Me and nae nae like this song

  4. M.... M....

    underrated

  5. S.... M....

    This my shit!

  6. P.... B....

    Betcha Cain't Succa!

  7. T.... ....

    i wouldnt say the best but its a good song