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Yeah I seen my ex She was out with her next So I pulled out my phone And I sent her a text that said Oh that's your man Bet you he can't fuck you better than me She looked my way With this grin on her face She must've thought about Feeding my face and Ooh yeah We used to do it wherever things would spark In the kitchen, at her job, in the park Fitting room at the mall, in the car Girl you was my lil star I bet you he can't fuck you better than me No, he can't fuck you better than me Tell me who gon do your body like me Bet when y'all fucking you be thinking of me At 8 o clock I pulled up to her crib She said make her feel good she wanna live And don't be loud, can't wake the kids I looked her in the eyes said this is what you miss Yea Say he don't get off til 2 I need a water break, just finished round 2 I put a hickey on her neck, I'm a fool Hike that ass up I ain't thru I bet you he can't fuck you better than me (Better than me) No, he can't fuck you better than me Tell me who gon do your body like me (Body like me) Bet when y'all fucking you be thinking of me (Bet you be thinking of me) I bet you he can't fuck you better than me No, he can't fuck you better than me Tell me who gon do your body like me Bet when y'all fucking you be thinking of me
Writer(s): Allan Rich, Clifton Magness, Dorothy Sea Gazeley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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