Lyrics:
You don’t know I exist, although we often kiss, It’s only a dream, but I’ve got a scheme, I betchya I GETCHYA! I just googled Cupid’s secret charms,
your own to make a deal I've been in chains And I don't like the way it feels Betchya gotta cure for me Betchya put me out of pain Betchya gotta
Why I can't seem to forget ya Wish I had never met ya I am an untapped potential My presence, is so essential I'm the best, I will betchya Mercury,
cold up here in Canada I'm moving like a grizzly Betchya' didn't know that I was hurting Now I'm in the booth I'm putting work in You was on the side
Dollar Menu, Dollar mood The quickest minds love the fast food Freshest flavor, freshest taste Hope ya don’t mind the taste of meat paste Betchya
Boy, i tell you one thing, if you had any brains at all you'd never show your face around here. Hey little girl, betchya think your funny. Betchya
Difference is I own mine and you still owe Slackin' in your mackin' can't save a hoe Speculatin' at the bar over mohetoe Like I betchya fall off, oh no he
like you finna break that thing You need to let me take that thing with me back to the pad Coz when i put it on you betchya won't be mad You know i go
to let me take that thing with me back to the pad 'Cause when I put it on you betchya won't be mad You know I go hard then I go deep And it's all night
like you finna break that thing You need to let me take that thing with me back to the pad Coz when i put it on you betchya won't be mad You know i go
thing You need to let me take that thing with me back to the pad Coz when I put it on you betchya won't be mad You know I go hard then I go deep And its
point to win That again, prophecy watch the magic, can you? Must begin to think, sit up And you can see par 22 was lit up With the skull and bone Betchya
Bet'chya never ever get another dime from me No you can't use the phone baby I think you need, get your own Was looking for a man to hold me down But how'd
breaks Simple grades Prop plays Motherfuckin' popcorn Friday’s Betchya ass I ain’t forget about the popcorn man Coach Austin, here’s a song for you man
President." "He's a friend of them long haired, hippy-type, pinko fags! I betchya he's even got a commie flag tacked up on the wall inside of his garage."
pjs I betchya nigga can’t stand you What you really thought it was If my man dies his beef is mine Imma stew it wit a lotta grudge Y’all whack
Of loneliness Lets all protect ourselves Until we’re dead Sweep it under the rug A guarded mess Verse 2: Your wounded heart I betchya never meant for us to be
been wearing vans They don't think that I'll make it Well I betchya I can Oh that's crazy, go tell your friend Oh that's crazy, go tell your friend I
on 41st In a house full of shit Wit no heat in the winter but is the trap bangin betchya Until the landlord lost her mind That white girl and that lucy got
Droppin bombs, Sadaam Hussein Heard that line ten times to date Can't hide no savin face, you fu fu n*ggas got lies for days Need green screens you betchya
Fingers crossed and fast heartbeats Start to run, I'm running out of time Play to win and bet too tight Tight enough, betchya we're all right
grade school homie for the last time there I got my first smooch in like twenty-fourteen Her name was Tara I betchya still got them letters for the proof
you? Must begin to think, sit up And you can see par 22 was lit up with the skull and bone Betchya what is known of the scroll and key
pressure Yes suh', ya texta' is bitch Bet'chya ya flinch When Proof shoot up they crew And wet ya whole clique
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