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I wake up, puttin' makeup on a sad face And Listerine ain't fixing this bad taste in my mouth Someone saw you out on Friday, saw you walking sideways Guess you're gettin' fucked real good now Fine, okay, I'll say, I went and stalked her And I don't really blame you 'cause Damn, the waist (The waist), the hips (The hips), the face, this is awkward (Ooh, ooh) Are you in love like we were? If I were you, I'd probably keep her Makes me wanna hit her when I see her 'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt Ooh, she's the one I should hate But I wanna know how she tastes I kinda wanna hit her when I see her Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt I used to wear it too, yeah, it's the cropped one With the red Corvette, someone new riding shotgun I can't even be that mad about it, she flame emoji, wow It's always gonna fuck me up 'cause Fine, okay, I'll say, I went and stalked her And I don't really blame you 'cause Damn, the waist (The waist), the hips (The hips), the face, this is awkward (Ooh, ooh) Letras de canciones Are you in love like we were? If I were you, I'd probably keep her Makes me wanna hit her when I see her 'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt Ooh, she's the one I should hate But I wanna know how she tastes I kinda wanna hit her when I see her Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt Becky's so hot, hot Becky's so hot Becky's so hot, hot Becky's so hot Are you in love like we were? (Are you in love like we were?) If I were you, I'd probably keep her (Probably keep her) Makes me wanna hit her when I see her ('Cause Becky's so hot) 'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt Ooh, she the one I should hate (She's the one) But I wanna know how she tastes (How she tastes) I kinda wanna hit her when I see her Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt From Letras Mania