3OH!3 - Punkb*tch lyrics

'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, when we know that And baby chases like she don't know what she's seeing I was steady, you were fleeting Punk b**h 'Cause I've seen it before Punk b**h And I don't care anymore Punk b**h And I just want you to know Punk b**h Punk b**h 'Cause I've seen it before Punk b**h And I don't care anymore Punk b**h And I just want you to know that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight Punk b**h Whoa whoa oh Punk b**h Whoa whoa oh Punk b**h 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, we know that And baby chases like she don't know what she's seeing I was steady, you were fleeting Punk b**h 'Cause I've seen it before Punk b**h And I don't care anymore Punk b**h And I just want you to know Punk b**h Punk b**h 'Cause I've seen it before Punk b**h And I don't care anymore Punk b**h And I just want you to know that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight Punk b**h Whoa whoa oh Punk b**h Whoa whoa oh Punk b**h 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 b**h Yeah Punk b**h Yeah Punk b**h Yeah Punk b**h 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 ('cause I've seen it before) It was the one inside your locket 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 I just want you to know) If I regret all I've done I would be trapped inside that locket (that we datin' mad models and poppin' mad bottles tonight)