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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