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3OH!3 Want I'm Not Your Boyfriend Baby 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 speedtrain, Beeper in a three-way, Shinin' with the gleam chain, And your honey givin' me brain, You can catch me watchin' AI, Now It's game time, Pinkie with the same shine, Big poetic canine You know I rep' this shit, I gots it tatted on my skin, If you f**kin' with my city, Then you f**kin' with my kin, You know I rep' this shit, I got my hands up on your chest, Motherf**kers best believe it, That you're f**kin' 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 It feels right, All these asphyxiated, self-medicated-- You can catch me on the speedtrain, Beeper in a three-way, Shinin' with the gleam chain, And your honey givin' me brain, You can catch me watchin' AI, Now It's game time, Pinkie with the same shine, Big poetic canine You know I rep' this shit, I gots it tatted on my skin, And if you f**kin' with my city, Then you f**kin' with my kin, You know I rep' this shit, I got my hands up on your chest, Motherf**kers best believe it, That you f**kin' 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 whi-- 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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