I bet, I bet
I bet
Bet you still love me (yeah)
I bet
Bet you still want me (yeah)
I bet
Bet ima call you back (yeah)
I bet
Bet you gone answer that (yeah)
I bet
Bet you ain't f*ckin her (yeah)
I bet
Bet you ain't bust in her (yeah)
I bet
Bet is the f*cking word
I bet
But I wouldn't bet a thing on you
Yeah
I was taught to trust my intuition
I don't trust you I trust my x-ray vision
Got my eyes on your ex, with my legs round your neck
You ain't gotta say much for me to know what you said
I already know we gone make up and break up in the morning
You know you're my muse when it comes to the music
I'm sick of it, sick of it, sick of it, sick of it
I bet that you're sick of me, sick of me, sick of me, sick of me
Bet you still love me (yeah)
I bet
Bet you still want me (yeah)
I bet
Bet ima call you back (yeah)
I bet
Bet you gone answer that (yeah)
I bet
Bet you ain't f*ckin her (yeah)
I bet
Bet you ain't bust in her (yeah)
I bet
Bet is the f*cking word
I bet
But I wouldn't bet a thing on you
Yeah
I'm so tired of making up and breaking up
And then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
But I wouldn't bet a thing on you
Bet Video (MV)
Performed By: Mickey Shiloh
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: AARON JOSEPH WILLIAMS, MICHAELA RENEE SHILOH
Mickey Shiloh - Bet Lyrics
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I bet, I bet
I bet
Bet you still love me (yeah)
I bet
Bet you still want me (yeah)
I bet
Bet ima call you back (yeah)
I bet
Bet you gone answer that (yeah)
I bet
Bet you ain't f*ckin her (yeah)
I bet
Bet you ain't bust in her (yeah)
I bet
Bet is the f*cking word
I bet
But I wouldn't bet a thing on you
Yeah
I was taught to trust my intuition
I don't trust you I trust my x-ray vision
Got my eyes on your ex, with my legs round your neck
You ain't gotta say much for me to know what you said
I already know we gone make up and break up in the morning
You know you're my muse when it comes to the music
I'm sick of it, sick of it, sick of it, sick of it
I bet that you're sick of me, sick of me, sick of me, sick of me
Bet you still love me (yeah)
I bet
Bet you still want me (yeah)
I bet
Bet ima call you back (yeah)
I bet
Bet you gone answer that (yeah)
I bet
Bet you ain't f*ckin her (yeah)
I bet
Bet you ain't bust in her (yeah)
I bet
Bet is the f*cking word
I bet
But I wouldn't bet a thing on you
Yeah
I'm so tired of making up and breaking up
And then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
But I wouldn't bet a thing on you
I bet
Bet you still love me (yeah)
I bet
Bet you still want me (yeah)
I bet
Bet ima call you back (yeah)
I bet
Bet you gone answer that (yeah)
I bet
Bet you ain't f*ckin her (yeah)
I bet
Bet you ain't bust in her (yeah)
I bet
Bet is the f*cking word
I bet
But I wouldn't bet a thing on you
Yeah
I was taught to trust my intuition
I don't trust you I trust my x-ray vision
Got my eyes on your ex, with my legs round your neck
You ain't gotta say much for me to know what you said
I already know we gone make up and break up in the morning
You know you're my muse when it comes to the music
I'm sick of it, sick of it, sick of it, sick of it
I bet that you're sick of me, sick of me, sick of me, sick of me
Bet you still love me (yeah)
I bet
Bet you still want me (yeah)
I bet
Bet ima call you back (yeah)
I bet
Bet you gone answer that (yeah)
I bet
Bet you ain't f*ckin her (yeah)
I bet
Bet you ain't bust in her (yeah)
I bet
Bet is the f*cking word
I bet
But I wouldn't bet a thing on you
Yeah
I'm so tired of making up and breaking up
And then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
And we too tired of making up
And breaking up and then you back
But I wouldn't bet a thing on you
Writer: AARON JOSEPH WILLIAMS, MICHAELA RENEE SHILOH
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave