Bet

by Pimmie

From the album: Don’t Come Home

Duration: 2:02

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Lyrics for Bet

Yeah, you treat me like I got more fucks to give You treat me like I don't got options, bae You treat me like it's wrong for me to ask where you goin'? Where you been? I'm just worried, is that a sin? Bae Say less, yeah I can do what you do but we're so damned What's the point of doin' it like this? It was a long session, you know how it go And the traffic crazy, you know how it go It was easier to sleep at the studio See, I can do it too, you sound hella slow, oh Say less, oh You treat me like I don't give her no rest You treat me like I'm so angelic, yes You play me like I won't make you regret my love for you My love for you, ooh, ooh And I don't even care to stay around You're poison to me, fuck, I'd rather drown And trust me, baby, karma comes around Stay blessed for me, stay blessed for me You treat me like I'm easily impressed You treat me like I'm not one of the best You treat me like I won't make you regret my love for you My love for you, ooh, ooh

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