Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah It goes like A-B-C, all boys cry M-T-V, men touch vaginas B-E-T, bitches eat tacos You wanna be singing with me? A-B-C, all boys cry M-T-V, men touch vaginas B-E-T, uh, showtime Wish he had a remote just to control me We supposed to be friends, he was my homie He was there when I was lonely Hungry, now he seems phony Uh, a real fucker, show off Uh, cold shoulder, wipe the snow off Yeah, can't believe I cut my bro off But I had to cut my bro off It goes like A-B-C, M-T-V, B-E-T You wanna be singing with me?
