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