Текст песни Bet - Mereba
Bet
my
bottom
dollar
that
you
would
make
my
my
father
go
mad
like
seeing
double
he'd
say
your
name
then
he'd
call
you
trouble
uh
Don't
you
worry
bout
so
clean
but
they'd
do
you
dirty
I'm
mad
for
being
flirty
with
you
Heard
from
a
bird
that
you
you're
nothing
but
trouble
just
trouble
Heard
from
a
bird
that
you
you're
nothing
but
trouble
just
trouble
But
I
like
how
low
you
lay
and
I
let
you
in
my
day
'cuz
I
like
the
way
you
call
me
baby
Heard
from
a
bird
that
you
you're
nothing
but
trouble
trouble
And
I'm
still
picking
up
the
rubble
from
my
last
quake
and
I
was
sitting
on
the
shadow
coming
from
my
last
break
had
to
take
a
second
look,
then
a
third
then
etcetera
he
said
don't
let
your
eyes
get
ahead
of
ya,
he
called
me
out
And
I
was
blushing
like
Russians
up
in
the
snow
I
said
I'm
sorry
made
my
way
to
the
do'
he
said
no,
You
fly
love
Imma
call
you
my
thug
you
gone'
call
me
yo
man
they
gone'
call
me
that
thug
Like,
hope
plain
and
simple
we
would
meet
every
week
or
two
light
up
the
reefer
tinted
window
two
seater
ooh
I
like
his
meaner
demeanor
it
doesn't
mean
our
worlds
can't
collide
right
place
right
time,
right?
I
bet
my
dollar
you'd
be
hated
by
my
father
but
loved
by
a
daughter
you
could
father
I
said
too
much
A
birdie
said
you
was
rough
might
break
me
up
like
I
was
what
you
put
in
the
dutch
but
I
like
how
low
you
lay
and
I
let
you
in
my
day
'cuz
I
like
the
way
you
call
me
baby
Heard
from
a
bird
that
you
you're
nothing
but
trouble
you're
just
trouble
But
I
like
how
low
you
lay
and
I
let
you
in
my
day
'cuz
I
like
the
way
you
call
me
baby
Heard
from
a
bird
that
you
you're
nothing
but
Bet
my
bottom
dollar
that
Bet,
bet
my
bottom
dollar
that
Bet,
bet
my
bottom
dollar
that
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