Who Fuck Betta - Fredro Starr



Chorus:1x

Who fuck betta then me, get sex wetter then me

Go down betta then me, can ya man girlfriend

You look better wit me, fantasy, you wishin

That ya man could be, slide ya body down the pole

Baby dance wit me, put ya legs on the dash

Boo be freaky wit me, turn you out

Be that bitch that I need you to be

Sleepin wit him, but you havin wet dreams of me



[Verse 1]

When you tired of the arguements, bills and fights

When ya sex life is boring, and he ain't fuckin you right

Hit my two way, we can do somethin tonight

Pick you up at the corner, hope in at the light

I'm that nigga that does what ya man won't do

Turn a small night, into a big mornin for you

I get more pleasure outta pleasin you,

I won't cum till you cum, it's all for you

I don't mean to be oppose, of my demandin threats

First date pushin a five, flirtin wit death

Throw the top down, let the wind blow up ya dress

Slight wind chills, goosebumps go up ya flesh

She tole me, stop the lex, then she popped the X

Then she cocked her legs, then my cock was next

We could fuck on the hood, leave ya heels on

Pull over get a quickie, leave ya thongs on



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[Verse 2]

I'm ya pride to get away, mami give me a call

Rest ya head on my shoulder's, don't cry no more

Be secure, grab ya hand when you walk in the mall

Sneak you up to the hills, for a midnight call

My thug paradise, blue waters, and white sands

Fantasize, when you close ya eyes, ya flight lands

We could cruise the coast, give ya body a slight tan

I drive wit the left, caress ya hair wit my right hand

Get out the rain, the thunder



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