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