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3OH!3( three oh! three )
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I'm Not Your Boyfriend Baby
Lyricist:Sean Michael Foreman, Nathaniel Motte
I'm not your boyfriend, baby I ain't your cute little sex toy I'm not your lion or your tiger Won't be your nasty little boy
I'm not your boyfriend, baby I can't grant your every wish I'm not your knight in shining armor So I just leave you with this kiss
You can catch me on the speed train Beeper in a three way Shinin' with the gleam chain And your honey givin' me brain
You can catch me watchin' AI Mellow, it's game time Pinkie with the same shine Pit bull and a canine
You know I rep' this shit I got it tatted on my skin If you fuckin' with my city Then you fuckin' with my kin
You know I rep' this shit I got my hands up on your chest Motherfuckers best believe it That you're fuckin' with the best
I'm not your boyfriend, baby I ain't your cute little sex toy I'm not your lion or your tiger Nah, nah, won't be your nasty little boy
Whoo, I'm not your boyfriend, baby Yeah, I can't grant your every wish Yeah, I'm not your knight in shining armor So I just leave you with this kiss
Kill the lights These children learn from cigarette burns Fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks It feels right All these asphyxiated, self-medicated Take the white pill you'll feel alright
Kill the lights These children learn from cigarette burns Fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com It feels right All these asphyxiated, self-medicated
You can catch me on the speed train Beeper in a three-way Shinin' with the gleam chain And your honey givin' me brain
You can catch me watchin' AI Mellow, it's game time Pinkie with the same shine Pit bull and a canine
You know I rep' this shit I got it tatted on my skin And if you fuckin' with my city Then you fuckin' with my kin
You know I rep' this shit I got my hands up on your chest Motherfuckers best believe it That you fuckin' with the best
Kill the lights These children learn from cigarette burns Fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks It feels right All these asphyxiated, self-medicated Take the white
Kill the lights These children learn from cigarette burns Fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks It feels right All these asphyxiated, self-medicated Take the white pill you'll feel alright
Kill the lights These children learn from cigarette burns Fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks It feels right All these asphyxiated, self-medicated Take the white pill you'll feel alright
Kill the lights These children learn from cigarette burns Fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks It feels right All these asphyxiated, self-medicated Take the white pill you'll feel alright
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