Bet
Mereba"Bet" is a song by Mereba, released in 2018 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:18 long and contains 55 lines and 357 words.
Lyrics
0:23Bet my bottom dollar that
0:26You would make my my father go
0:29Mad like seeing double
0:32He'd say your name then he'd call you trouble
0:35Uh
0:36Don't you worry 'bout
0:38So clean but they'd do you dirty
0:41I'm mad for being flirty with you
0:48Heard from a bird that you
0:51You're nothing but trouble
0:55Just trouble
1:00Heard from a bird that you
1:03You're nothing but trouble
1:07Just trouble
1:11But I like how low you lay
1:14And I let you in my day
1:17'Cuz I like the way you call me baby
1:23Heard from a bird that you
1:27You're nothing but trouble
1:30Trouble
1:33And I'm still picking up the rubble from my last quake
1:36And I was sitting on the shadow coming from my last break
1:39Had to take a second look then a third then etcetera
1:42He said don't let your eyes get ahead of ya
1:45He called me out
1:45And I was blushing like Russians up in the snow
1:48I said I'm sorry made my way to the do'
1:50He said no
1:51You fly love Imma call you my thug
1:54You gone' call me yo man
1:55They gone' call me that thug
1:57Like hope plain and simple we would meet every week or two
2:00Light up the reefer tinted window two seater ooh
2:03I like his meaner demeanor
2:04It doesn't mean our
2:06Worlds can't collide right place right time right
2:09I bet my dollar you'd be hated by my father but
2:12Loved by a daughter you could father
2:13I said too much
2:15A birdie said you was rough
2:17Might break me up like
2:18I was what you put in the dutch but
2:21I like how low you lay
2:24And I let you in my day
2:27'Cuz I like the way you call me baby
2:34Heard from a bird that you you're nothing but trouble
2:40You're just trouble
2:45But I like how low you lay
2:48And I let you in my day
2:50'Cuz I like the way you call me baby
2:57Heard from a bird that you
3:00You're nothing but
3:07Bet my bottom dollar that
3:13Bet bet my bottom dollar that
3:18Bet bet my bottom dollar that
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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