Lyrics PUNKB*TCH - Explicit Album Version - 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 the Kodak
The throw-backs in the dark and vacant corner
You were freezing, I was warmer
And the roof is gone, when we 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 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 the dark and vacant corner
You were freezing, I was warmer
And the roof is gone, we know that
And baby chases like she don't know what she's seeing
I was ready, 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 the 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 ('cause I've seen it before)
What happened to the keys that used to jingle in your pocket? (And I don't care anymore)
Your fingers say to come
But your eyes say I should stop it (and just want you to know)
If I regret all I've done
I would be trapped inside that locket (that we dating mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight)