Punkbitch Lyrics - Want - 3oh!3

When I come up in the club, I'm talking mad shit 

Come up in the club I'm 'bout to get my ass kicked 

'Cause I'm sippin' on some gin, sip, sippin' on some Jack 

Slip 60 in her panties with my number on the back 

'Cause the proof is in the Kodak 

The throw backs in a dark and vacant corner 

You were freezing, I was warmer 

And the roof is gone you know that 

And baby chases like she don't know what she's seeing 

I was steady, you were fleeting 

Punk bitch 'cause I've seen it before 

Punk bitch and I don't care anymore 

Punk bitch and I just want you to know 

Punk bitch 

Punk bitch 'cause I've seen it before 

Punk bitch and I don't care anymore 

Punk bitch and I just want you to know 

That we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight 

Punk bitch, whoa whoa, oh 

Punk bitch, whoa whoa, oh 

Punk bitch, whoa whoa, oh 

We datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight 

Uh, yeah, sounds good 

Throw me up in the headphones, sounds good 

When I come up in the club, I'm actin' mad dumb 

Ladies lookin' at me tell 'em, "Come and get some" 

'Cause I'm sippin' on some Jack, sip, sippin' on some gin 

Tip, tippin' all these strippers like I know them as my friends 

'Cause the proof is in the Kodak 

The throw backs in a dark and vacant corner 

You were freezing, I was warmer 

And the roof is gone and you know that 

And baby chases like she don't know what she's seeing 

I was steady, you were fleeting 

Punk bitch 'cause I've seen it before 

Punk bitch and I don't care anymore 

Punk bitch and I just want you to know 

Punk bitch 

Punk bitch 'cause I've seen it before 

Punk bitch and I don't care anymore 

Punk bitch and I just want you to know 

That we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight 

Punk bitch, whoa whoa, oh 

Punk bitch, whoa whoa, oh 

Punk bitch, whoa whoa, oh 

We datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight 

Write it down, scratch the nice 

'Cause I just can't keep coming back 

Punk bitch, yeah 

Punk bitch, yeah 

Punk bitch, yeah 

Punk bitch, yeah 

You put my picture in a box, it was the one inside your locket 

What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket 

Your fingers say to come but your eyes say I should stop it 

If I regret all I've done I would be trapped inside that locket 

You put my picture in a box, it was the one inside your locket 

What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket 

Your fingers say to come but your eyes say I should stop it 

If I regret all I've done I would be trapped inside that locket 

You put my picture in a box, it was the one inside your locket 

What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket 

Your fingers say to come but your eyes say I should stop it 

If I regret all I've done I would be trapped inside that locket