Hellooooooooo
WTF
Who's that b*tch
Where'd you find her
I don't care
Who's that b*tch talking sh*t
She wouldn't dare
Bout to drop a CD
She's really mixy
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch Becky
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes ain't know that Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes aint know that Becky bout to blow
Bags and Benz
For my bunnies
Chanel White Kelly Bundy
Dead ass ain't funny
Hit the trap on a Monday
Hustle Sunday to Sunday
Dave East on a Sunday
Fat Asses allowed
King said
No Acid Allowed
All my b*tches Trap Bunnies
The hood Play Boy Bunnies
And they laced in style
Boss b*tch profile
When I talk my sh*t
All my friends get excited
They know I'm that b*tch
And they can't keep it quiet
Gilligan I'm an island
Took ya nigga can't find em
Every track I remind em
Swag old retired
Granny swag
Old bag
I got that new money
East Egg shoe Money
Who's that b*tch
Where'd you find her
I don't care
Who's that b*tch talking sh*t
She wouldn't dare
Bout to drop a CD
She's really mixy
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch Becky
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes ain't know that Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes aint know that Becky bout to blow
Slide on ya a** better than some floral Gucci's
I ain't knew to this girl yea you the rookie
Lifestyle you talkin bout I lived that head first
Becky ain't know snitch she ain't got no paperwork
Poppin bottles fur Jeffrey Campbell shoes
Walk through the club andI give all the b*tches the blues
Fake b*tches be into me but I don't feel their chemistry
Weed long as a centipede
Straight from the Earth we don't need seeds
Yea Yea!
Who's that b*tch
Where'd you find her
I don't care
Who's that b*tch talking sh*t
She wouldn't dare
Bout to drop a CD
She's really mixy
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch Becky
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes ain't know that Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes aint know that Becky bout to blow
Lexchapo - Becky Lyrics
Lexchapo - Becky Lyrics
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English
Hellooooooooo
WTF
Who's that b*tch
Where'd you find her
I don't care
Who's that b*tch talking sh*t
She wouldn't dare
Bout to drop a CD
She's really mixy
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch Becky
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes ain't know that Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes aint know that Becky bout to blow
Bags and Benz
For my bunnies
Chanel White Kelly Bundy
Dead ass ain't funny
Hit the trap on a Monday
Hustle Sunday to Sunday
Dave East on a Sunday
Fat Asses allowed
King said
No Acid Allowed
All my b*tches Trap Bunnies
The hood Play Boy Bunnies
And they laced in style
Boss b*tch profile
When I talk my sh*t
All my friends get excited
They know I'm that b*tch
And they can't keep it quiet
Gilligan I'm an island
Took ya nigga can't find em
Every track I remind em
Swag old retired
Granny swag
Old bag
I got that new money
East Egg shoe Money
Who's that b*tch
Where'd you find her
I don't care
Who's that b*tch talking sh*t
She wouldn't dare
Bout to drop a CD
She's really mixy
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch Becky
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes ain't know that Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes aint know that Becky bout to blow
Slide on ya a** better than some floral Gucci's
I ain't knew to this girl yea you the rookie
Lifestyle you talkin bout I lived that head first
Becky ain't know snitch she ain't got no paperwork
Poppin bottles fur Jeffrey Campbell shoes
Walk through the club andI give all the b*tches the blues
Fake b*tches be into me but I don't feel their chemistry
Weed long as a centipede
Straight from the Earth we don't need seeds
Yea Yea!
Who's that b*tch
Where'd you find her
I don't care
Who's that b*tch talking sh*t
She wouldn't dare
Bout to drop a CD
She's really mixy
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch Becky
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes ain't know that Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes aint know that Becky bout to blow
WTF
Who's that b*tch
Where'd you find her
I don't care
Who's that b*tch talking sh*t
She wouldn't dare
Bout to drop a CD
She's really mixy
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch Becky
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes ain't know that Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes aint know that Becky bout to blow
Bags and Benz
For my bunnies
Chanel White Kelly Bundy
Dead ass ain't funny
Hit the trap on a Monday
Hustle Sunday to Sunday
Dave East on a Sunday
Fat Asses allowed
King said
No Acid Allowed
All my b*tches Trap Bunnies
The hood Play Boy Bunnies
And they laced in style
Boss b*tch profile
When I talk my sh*t
All my friends get excited
They know I'm that b*tch
And they can't keep it quiet
Gilligan I'm an island
Took ya nigga can't find em
Every track I remind em
Swag old retired
Granny swag
Old bag
I got that new money
East Egg shoe Money
Who's that b*tch
Where'd you find her
I don't care
Who's that b*tch talking sh*t
She wouldn't dare
Bout to drop a CD
She's really mixy
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch Becky
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes ain't know that Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes aint know that Becky bout to blow
Slide on ya a** better than some floral Gucci's
I ain't knew to this girl yea you the rookie
Lifestyle you talkin bout I lived that head first
Becky ain't know snitch she ain't got no paperwork
Poppin bottles fur Jeffrey Campbell shoes
Walk through the club andI give all the b*tches the blues
Fake b*tches be into me but I don't feel their chemistry
Weed long as a centipede
Straight from the Earth we don't need seeds
Yea Yea!
Who's that b*tch
Where'd you find her
I don't care
Who's that b*tch talking sh*t
She wouldn't dare
Bout to drop a CD
She's really mixy
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch
F*ck that b*tch Becky
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes ain't know that Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Becky bout to blow
Oh y'all hoes aint know that Becky bout to blow
Writer: Alexis Savage
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