| When I come up in the club, | |
| I'm talking mad shit, | |
| Come up in the club I'm 'bout to get my ass kicked, | |
| 'Cause I'm sippin' on some Gin, | |
| Sip, Sippin' on some Jack, | |
| Slip 60 in her panties with my number on the back | |
| 'Cause the proof is in the Kodak, | |
| The throw-backs in a dark and vacant corner, | |
| You were freezing, I was warmer, | |
| And the roof is gone, when we know that, | |
| And baby chases like she don't know what she's seeing, | |
| I was steady, you were fleeting | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| 'Cause I've seen it before, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| And I don't care anymore, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| And I just want you to know, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| 'Cause I've seen it before, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| And I don't care anymore, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| And I just want you to know that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight, | |
| Punk bitch | |
| Whoa whoa oh, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| Whoa whoa oh, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| Whoa whoa oh, | |
| We datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight | |
| Uh, yeah, sounds good, | |
| Throw me up in the headphones; sounds good | |
| When I come up in the club, | |
| I'm actin' mad dumb, | |
| Ladies lookin' at me tell 'em, \"come and get some,\" | |
| 'Cause I'm sippin' on some Jack, | |
| Sip, Sippin' on some Gin, | |
| Tip, tippin' all these strippers like I know them as my friends | |
| 'Cause the proof is in the Kodak, | |
| The throw-backs in a dark and vacant corner, | |
| You were freezing, I was warmer, | |
| And the roof is gone, we know that, | |
| And baby chases like she don't know what she's seeing, | |
| I was steady, you were fleeting | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| 'Cause I've seen it before, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| And I don't care anymore, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| And I just want you to know, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| 'Cause I've seen it before, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| And I don't care anymore, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| And I just want you to know that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight, | |
| Punk bitch | |
| Whoa whoa oh, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| Whoa whoa oh, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| Whoa whoa oh, | |
| We datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight | |
| Write it down, | |
| Scratch the nice, | |
| 'Cause I just can't keep coming back | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| Yeah, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| Yeah, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| Yeah, | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| Yeah | |
| You put my picture in a box, | |
| It was the one inside your locket, | |
| What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket, | |
| Your fingers say to come, | |
| But your eyes say I should stop it, | |
| If I regret all I've done, | |
| I would be trapped inside that locket, | |
| You put my picture in a box, | |
| It was the one inside your locket, | |
| What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket, | |
| Your fingers say to come, | |
| But your eyes say I should stop it, | |
| If I regret all I've done, | |
| I would be trapped inside that locket, | |
| You put my picture in a box ('cause I've seen it before), | |
| It was the one inside your locket, | |
| What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket (and I don't care anymore), | |
| Your fingers say to come, | |
| But your eyes say I should stop it (and I just want you to know), | |
| If I regret all I've done, | |
| I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight) |
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