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