Becky’s So Hot Songtext

von Fletcher

I wake up puttin′ makeup on a sad face
And Listerine ain't fixing this bad taste in my mouth
Someone saw you out on Friday
Saw you walking sideways
Guess you′re gettin' fucked real good now

Fine, okay, I'll say, I went and stalked her
And I don′t really blame you ′cause damn
The waist (the waist)
The hips (the hips)
The face (the face)
This is awkward (ooh-ooh)

Are you in love like we were?
If I were you, I'd probably keep her
Makes me wanna hit her when I see her
′Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt
Ooh, she the one I should hate
But I wanna know how she tastes
I kinda wanna hit her when I see her
Becky′s so hot in your vintage t-shirt

I used to wear it too, yeah, it's the cropped one
With the red corvette, someone new ridin′ shotgun
I can't even be that mad about it
She flame emoji, wow
It's always gonna fuck me up ′cause

Fine, okay, I′ll say
I went and stalked her
And I don't really blame you ′cause damn
The waist (the waist)
The hips (the hips)
The face (the face)
This is awkward (ooh-ooh)

Are you in love like we were?
If I were you, I'd probably keep her
Makes me wanna hit her when I see her
′Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt
Ooh, she the one I should hate
But I wanna know how she tastes
I kinda wanna hit her when I see her
Becky′s so hot in your vintage t-shirt

Becky's so hot (Becky's so hot)
Becky′s so hot (Becky′s so hot)

Are you in love like we were? (Are you in love like we were?)
If I were you, I'd probably keep her
Makes me wanna hit her when I see her (′cause Becky's so hot)
′Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt
Ooh, she the one I should hate (she′s the one)
But I wanna know how she tastes (how she tastes)
I kinda wanna hit her when I see her
Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt