FLETCHER - Becky's So Hot

I wake up puttin' makeup on a sad faceAnd Listerine ain't fixing this bad taste in my mouthSomeone saw you out on Friday, saw you walking sidewaysGuess you're gettin' fucked real good nowFine, okay, I'll say, I went and stalked herAnd I don't really blame you 'causeDamn, 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 herMakes me wanna hit her when I see her'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirtOoh, she the one I should hateBut I wanna know how she tasteI kinda wanna hit her when I see herBecky's so hot in your vintage t-shirtI used to wear it too, yeah, it's the cropped oneWith the red Corvette, someone new riding shotgunI can't even be that mad about it, she flame emoji, wowIt's always gonna fuck me up 'causeFine, okay, I'll say, I went and stalked herAnd I don't really blame you 'causeDamn, 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 herMakes me wanna hit her when I see her'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirtOoh, she the one I should hateBut I wanna know how she tasteI kinda wanna hit her when I see herBecky's so hot in your vintage t-shirtBecky's so hot (Becky's so hot)Becky's so 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 herMakes me wanna hit her when I see her ('cause Becky's so hot)'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirtOoh, she the one I should hate (she the one)But I wanna know how she taste (how she taste)I kinda wanna hit her when I see herBecky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt