I'm talking mad shit
Come up in the club I'm 'bout to get my ass kicked
'Cause I'm sipping on some Gin
Sip, Sipping 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
kertosäe:
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 dating mad models and popping mad bottles tonight
Punk bitch
Whoa whoa oh
Punk bitch
Whoa whoa oh
Punk bitch
Whoa whoa oh
We dating mad models and popping mad bottles tonight
Uh, yeah, sounds good
Throw me up in the headphones; sounds good
When I come up in the club
I'm acting mad dumb
Ladies looking at me tell 'em, "come and get some,"
'Cause I'm sipping on some Jack
Sip, Sipping on some Gin
Tip, tipping 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
kertosäe
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 dating mad models and popping mad bottles tonight)