When I come up in the club,
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I'm talking mad shit,
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Come up in the club I'm 'bout to get my ass kicked,
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'Cause I'm sippin' on some Gin,
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Sip, Sippin' on some Jack,
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Slip 60 in her panties with my number on the back
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'Cause the proof is in the Kodak,
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The throw-backs in a dark and vacant corner,
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You were freezing, I was warmer,
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And the roof is gone, when we know that,
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And baby chases like she don't know what she's seeing,
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I was steady, you were fleeting
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Punk bitch,
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'Cause I've seen it before,
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Punk bitch,
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And I don't care anymore,
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Punk bitch,
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And I just want you to know,
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Punk bitch,
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Punk bitch,
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'Cause I've seen it before,
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Punk bitch,
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And I don't care anymore,
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Punk bitch,
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And I just want you to know that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight,
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Punk bitch
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Whoa whoa oh,
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Punk bitch,
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Whoa whoa oh,
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Punk bitch,
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Whoa whoa oh,
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We datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight
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Uh, yeah, sounds good,
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Throw me up in the headphones; sounds good
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When I come up in the club,
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I'm actin' mad dumb,
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Ladies lookin' at me tell 'em, "come and get some,"
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'Cause I'm sippin' on some Jack,
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Sip, Sippin' on some Gin,
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Tip, tippin' all these strippers like I know them as my friends
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'Cause the proof is in the Kodak,
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The throw-backs in a dark and vacant corner,
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You were freezing, I was warmer,
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And the roof is gone, we know that,
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And baby chases like she don't know what she's seeing,
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I was steady, you were fleeting
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Punk bitch,
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'Cause I've seen it before,
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Punk bitch,
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And I don't care anymore,
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Punk bitch,
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And I just want you to know,
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Punk bitch,
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Punk bitch,
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'Cause I've seen it before,
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Punk bitch,
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And I don't care anymore,
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Punk bitch,
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And I just want you to know that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight,
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Punk bitch
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Whoa whoa oh,
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Punk bitch,
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Whoa whoa oh,
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Punk bitch,
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Whoa whoa oh,
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We datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight
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Write it down,
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Scratch the nice,
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'Cause I just can't keep coming back
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Punk bitch,
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Yeah,
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Punk bitch,
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Yeah,
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Punk bitch,
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Yeah,
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Punk bitch,
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Yeah
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You put my picture in a box,
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It was the one inside your locket,
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What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket,
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Your fingers say to come,
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But your eyes say I should stop it,
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If I regret all I've done,
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I would be trapped inside that locket,
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You put my picture in a box,
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It was the one inside your locket,
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What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket,
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Your fingers say to come,
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But your eyes say I should stop it,
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If I regret all I've done,
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I would be trapped inside that locket,
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You put my picture in a box ('cause I've seen it before),
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It was the one inside your locket,
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What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket (and I don't care anymore),
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Your fingers say to come,
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But your eyes say I should stop it (and I just want you to know),
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If I regret all I've done,
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I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight)
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PunkBitch
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| 3oh!3 |
