- Too $hort Punk Bitch 歌詞
- Too $hort
- 3OH!3 - PunkBitch
[00:12.97]When I come up in the club,
Im talking mad shit,
Come up in the club Im bout to get my ass kicked,
Cause Im sippin on some Gin,
Sip, Sippin on some Jack,
Slip 60 in her panties with my number on the back
[00:26.13]Cause the proof is in the Kodak,
[00 :28.11]The throw-backs in a dark and vacant corner,
[00:31.21]You were freezing, I was warmer,
And the roof is gone, when we know that,
[00: 34.83]And baby chases like she dont know what shes seeing,
[00:37.79]I was steady, you were fleeting
[03:04.22][03:00.83][02:57.48][02:24.85 ][02:21.35][02:11.72][02:08.22][02:04.74][02:01.55][01:58.39][01:55.10][01:51.99][01:12.50][01:09.01 ][00:59.09][00:56.06][00:52.42][00:49.56][00:46.17][00:42.67][00:39.64]Punk bitch,
[01:53.39][00: 54.19][00:41.00]Cause Ive seen it before,
[01:56.49][00:57.40][00:44.33]And I dont care anymore,
[00:47.53]And I just want you to know,
[01:00.66]And I just want you to know
[01:02.19]that we datin mad models and poppin mad bottles tonight,
[01:06.33]Punk bitch
[02:22.88][02:19.82][01:13.97][01:10.71][01:07.58]Whoa whoa oh,
[01:15.63]We datin mad models and poppin mad bottles tonight
Uh , yeah, sounds good,
Throw me up in the headphones; sounds good
Im actin mad dumb,
Ladies lookin at me tell em, 'come and get some,'
Cause Im sippin on some Jack,
Sip, Sippin on some Gin,
Tip, tippin all these strippers like I know them as my friends
And the roof is gone, we know that,
Write it down,
Scratch the nice,
Cause I just cant keep coming back
[ 03:02.73][02:59.06]Yeah,
Yeah
[03:10.67]You put my picture in a box,
[03:25.44][03:12.30]It was the one inside your locket,
[03:27.07][03:13.86]What happened to the keys
[03:15.44]that used to jingle in your pocket,
[03:30.36][03:17.17]Your fingers say to come,
[03:18.90]But your eyes say I should stop it,
[03:33.65][03:20.50]If I regret all Ive done,
[03:22.03] I would be trapped inside that locket,
You put my picture in a box(cause Ive seen it before),
that used to jingle in your pocket (and I dont care anymore),
But your eyes say I should stop it (and I just want you to know),
I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin mad models and poppin mad bottles tonight)
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