Betcha

(YoSixty on the beat bangin')

You know I was into you
I was a friend to you, like
Even my girls like, why I fuck with you?
You was all on my phone making me moan, like
Heard you outside, now I'm alone, crazy

Tired of you calling me baby, ugh!
Tired of you trying to play me
Damn! You got me thinking lately, like
What's up with your bestie?
Say he wanna text me
Say he a friend, but text me he wanna love me up

Kiss me up, eat me up
Betcha best friend wanna
Eat me up, eat me up, kiss me up
Betcha best friend wanna
Love me up (love me up), kiss me up (mwah), eat me up (yeah)
Betcha best friend wanna
Eat me up (yeah)
Eat me up (yeah), kiss me up (yeah)
Betcha best friend wanna

He want a girl, top of the world
The type he ask where his dinner's at
He want a girl, diamonds and pearls
I act a fool for designer bags
You know I'm a baddie
No, you can't have me
Damn! He on me, grabbin' my fatty like

You know how I move
I'm doing my dance
I act a fool when it come to them bands
You act a fool, I link with your mans
I'm in a mood, he paid the advance, like
Know when I'm done, no chit-chat
Know when I'm done, no get backs, know when I'm done no get backs

Tired of you calling me baby, ugh!
Tired of you trying to play me
Damn! You got me thinking lately, like
What's up with your bestie?
Say he wanna text me
Say he a friend, but text me he wanna love me up (yeah)

Kiss me up (mwah), eat me up (yeah)
Betcha best friend wanna
Eat me up (yeah)
Eat me up, kiss me up (yeah)
Betcha best friend wanna
Love me up (love me up), kiss me up (mwah), eat me up (yeah)
Betcha best friend wanna
Eat me up (yeah)
Eat me up (yeah), kiss me up (yeah)
Betcha best friend wanna

I'm just sayin', like
If you're not gonna do it
Then, what's up with your boy?
Yeah!



Credits
Writer(s): Chantae Vetrice, Robert Nicholson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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