You tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him She wants to touch me, woo ooh She wants to
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,
One, two, three And if I had something to say to you I'd whisper it softly Kiss you on your rosy lips and never let you off me Shiver on your roof and
3OH!3 Poppin? motherfuckers like, you know me Shining in the club with the goatee Rollin? on the dubs like a OG Get them hands cracking in the 3OH!3 Get them hands cracking in the 3OH!3
Oh, I see yep, yep photofinnish When they see them glimmerin' they buy 'em Oh, I see yep, yep photofinnish Getting women like we hire 'em Oh, I see yep
Oh God, God, she's really done it now Coked up, her body's all spun around Oh yeah, yeah, she's really done it And seein' her just isn't something I can
Nice legs, Daisy Dukes makes a man go That's the way they all come through like Low cut, see through shirts that make ya That's the way she come through
soon as you let 'em out Purebred, got 'em with the nice coat Your head, when I sic 'em at yo' white throat Dig deep, shock collars on their necks You fuck with 3OH!3
Go ahead and burn it down I'm drunk and so is everyone else in this devil town They won't let me turn around To get one last look at my baby Well, she
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
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I say Three babies in the backseat singin' to you Hey DJ, won't you play that song for me? And my hom and my homies all singin' to it 3OH, 3OH!3 I ain
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
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: 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
: Nice legs, Daisy Dukes, Makes a man go (whistles), That's the way they all come through like (whistles), Low-cut, see-through shirts that make ya (
, Three babies in the backseat singin' to you, Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me, And my hom-- and my homies all singin' to it, 3oh...3oh!3, I
: Oh God, God, she's really done it now, Coked up, her body's all spun around, Oh yeah, yeah, she's really done it, And seein' her just isn't something
