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1. | Tapp (instrumental) |
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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 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 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
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 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 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)
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Black dress with the tights underneath,
I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth,
And shes an actress (actress),
But she ain't got no need.
Shes got money from her parents in a trust fund back east.
T-t-t-tongues always pressed to your cheeks,
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girls teeth,
T-tell your boyfriend if he says hes got beef,
That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him.
She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me.
X's on the back of your hands,
Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands.
And your setlist (setlist),
You stole off the stage,
Had red and purple lipstick all over the page.
B-b-b-bruises cover your arms,
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm.
And the best is (best is),
No one knows who you are,
Just another girl alone at the bar.
She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me.
Shush girl shut your lips,
Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said, Shush girl shut your lips,
Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said, Shush girl shut your lips,
Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.
Woah, woah, woah...
She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me
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I got this shit on lock
I got this shit on lock
Holla' Holla' at me if you on my block
I got this shit on lock
I got this shit on lock
Holla' Holla' at me if you on my block
I got yo' dogs on a collar, balla
So how you like that?
Chokechain for their necks, and I don't think they bite back
Woof woof - How they howl
Give some chow, they bout to growl
Little dogs will kill you dude, as soon as you let 'em out
Purebred (Purebred)
Got 'em with the nice coat
Your head (Your head)
When I get them at the right throat
Dig deep(dig deep)
Shock collars on their necks
You fuck with 3OH!3, and motherfuckas know they next
Now get yo' drum on (c'mon and getcha drum on)
Getcha getcha drum on (c'mon and getcha drum on)
I got a chokechain for my pit bull lane
I got a shock collar for my rottweiler
Got a - chockchain for my pit bull lane
I got a shock collar for my rottweiler
Got a - Chokechain (ch-ch-chokechain)
I got a shock collar ( sh-sh-shock collar)
I got a choke chain (ch-ch-chokechain)
I got a shock collar (sh-sh-shock collar)
I got my woof from a white teen - He won't bite me
Fuckin with me, and you'll get bitten most likely
Howlin' at the moon - growling at the lightning
ugh - this thing is mad frightening
We got the drum hits, tell your kid to get a bit a etiquette
Before he splits his seed to try to spit a bit of rhetoric
You gotta sa-say, g-g-go put it away
Yeah we be runnin' the game, now it's all one in the same
Now get yo' drum on (c'mon and getcha drum on)
Getcha getcha drum on (c'mon and getcha drum on)
I got this shit on lock
I got this shit on lock
Holla' Holla' at me if you on my block
I got this shit on lock
I got this shit on lock
Holla' Holla' at me if you on my block
I got a chokechain for my pit bull lane
I got a shock collar for my rottweiler
Got a - chockchain for my pit bull lane
I got a shock collar for my rottweiler
Got a - Chokechain (ch-ch-chokechain)
I got a shock collar ( sh-sh-shock collar)
I got a choke chain (ch-ch-chokechain)
I got a shock collar (sh-sh-shock collar)
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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, 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,
(?) It's game time,
Pinkie with the same shine,
(?) canine
You know I rep' this shit,
I gots 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,
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,
(?) It's game time,
Pinkie with the same shine,
(?) canine
You know I rep' this shit,
I gots 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 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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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 stomach,
Back it up, back it up,
If you talkin' shit to me,
Smack it up, smack it up,
If you act a bitch to me,
Stack it up, stack it up,
If you fuckin' rich as me,
My daddy owns a dealership,
The rest is fuckin' history
This ain't a love song (oh no),
This ain't a broken heart homie singin' only 'cause he's lonely,
This ain't a love song (oh, no, no, no),
This ain't a whiskey-drowned ballad,
There ain't nothing here that's valid,
So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters,
God dammit, I just can't do it alone
I can't do it alone,
I can't do it alone,
No, I can't do it alone
Oh no, no, I'm not impressed with you,
Pink drinks that seem to get the best of you,
Rock late and sleep until the sun sets,
I'd talk but you took the tongue I talk with
Back it up, back it up,
If you talkin' shit to me,
Smack it up, smack it up,
If you act a bitch to me,
Stack it up, stack it up,
If you fuckin' rich as me,
My daddy owns a dealership,
The rest is fuckin' history
This ain't a love song (oh no),
This ain't a broken heart homie singin' only 'cause he's lonely,
This ain't a love song (oh, no, no, no),
This ain't a whiskey-drowned ballad,
There ain't nothing here that's valid,
So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters,
God dammit, I just can't do it alone
I can't do it alone,
I can't do it alone,
No, I can't do it alone
I can call you out and complain the rain is worse,
But it's that much better if I blame it on a person,
I can call you out and complain the rain is worse,
But it's that much better if I blame it on a person
So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters,
God dammit, I just can't do it alone
So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
Over corpses of her long-lost fathers and her unborn daughters,
God dammit, I just can't do it alone
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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 (whistles),
That's the way she come through like (whistles),
'Cause I just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up tonight (then down),
'Cause I just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up tonight,
then down
I think I should know how to make love to something innocent without leaving my fingerprints out,
Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce,
How do I say I'm sorry 'cause the word is just never gonna come out,
Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce
Tight jeans, double d's makin' me go (whistles),
All the people on the street know (whistles),
Iced out, lit-up make the kids go (whistles),
All the people on the street know (whistles),
'Cause I just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up tonight (then down),
'Cause I just set them up,
Just set them up,
Just set them up tonight,
then down
I think I should know how to make love to something innocent without leaving my fingerprints out,
Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce,
How do I say I'm sorry 'cause the word is just never gonna come out,
Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce
Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
I got my gun cocked tight and I'm ready to blow,
Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
This is the same old dance that you already know,
Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
I got my gun cocked tight and I'm ready to blow,
Push it baby, push it baby,
Out of control,
This is the same old dance that you already know
I think I should know how to make love to something innocent without leaving my fingerprints out,
Now,
L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce
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I mean what can 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't callin' for a close-up,
No clubs, no cars, bitches with the nose jobs,
No dubs, no stars,
I'm 'a do it how I always have;
Whiskey in a 40 bag,
Pissin' in the alleyway out back where the party's at,
I'm 'a spend it on a new whip, new hat, new kicks,
Bitches with the huge tits, new gat, new slips,
I'm 'a do it how I always do;
Sleep until the break of noon,
Wakin' just to make it through another night of shakin' you
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I ain't signin' on a new lease,
No cooks, no keys,
Models with the nose bleeds,
White lace, gold beads,
I'm 'a run it like a marathon;
Party 'til I'm 50,
Wake up on my parent's
Them cops still out to get me,
And I ain't sippin' on a mixed drink, pinkie out, lips pink,
Talkin' to a rich skank filled up like a sperm bank,
I'm 'a go where I always go;
Drinks are on the house,
Whiskey's on the rocks while your sister's on my mouth,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go
And if I was a rich man,
I'd never been to sea,
Could I take you anyways,
Would you come with me, baby?
And if I was a sick man,
I'd never meant to be,
Would you love me anyways,
And would you marry me?
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go,
I mean what can I say,
Three babies in the backseat singin' to you,
Hey Dj, won't you play that song for me,
And turn it up on your radio,
I got 200 seconds and I'm ready to go
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Intro
Oh I see ya ya photofinnish
when they see them glimmerin they buy em
Oh i see ya ya photofinnish
getting women like we hire em
Oh I see ya ya photofinnish
when they see them glimmerin they buy em
Oh i see ya ya photofinnish
getting women like we hire em
yeah yeah, photofinnish
you know we always finish first place
that's why we're rappin in the first place
first page
and we at the finish line
yeah yeah photofinnish signing on the dotted line
you always hedging on a safe bet
walking a tight rope with a safety net
face it, it doesn't mean shit unless you take a wiff
shush baby shut your mouth cuz you're not part of this, this time
you always hedging on a safe bet
walking a tight rope with a safety net
face it, it doesn't mean shit unless you take a wiff
shush baby shut your mouth cuz you're not part of this, this time
Oh I see ya ya photofinnish
when they see them glimmerin they buy em
Oh i see ya ya photofinnish
getting women like we hire em
Oh I see ya ya photofinnish
when they see them glimmerin they buy em
Oh i see ya ya photofinnish
getting women like we hire em
yeah yeah photofinnish
uh oh! no he didn't say that
i'ma wait till i get paid back
played back
like he did his first take
photofinnish runnin through the red tape
you always hedging on a safe bet
walking a tight rope with a safety net
face it, it doesn't mean shit unless you take a wiff
shush baby shut your mouth cuz you're not part of this, this time
you always hedging on a safe bet
walking a tight rope with a safety net
face it, it doesn't mean shit unless you take a wiff
shush baby shut your mouth cuz you're not part of this, this time
you always hedging on a safe bet
walking a tight rope with a safety net
face it, it doesn't mean shit unless you take a wiff
shush baby shut your mouth cuz you're not part of this, this time
you always hedging on a safe bet
walking a tight rope with a safety net
face it, it doesn't mean shit unless you take a wiff
shush baby shut your mouth cuz you're not part of this, this time
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Go ahead and put it down
I'm drunk and so is everyone else
In this devil town
They wont let me turn around
To get one last look at my baby
While she's still around,
while she's still around,
while she's still around,
while she's still around
Go ahead and build it up again
This cities just cementaries enhaced
Forgotten and
My only hopes to see you
And even if I never do
While she's still around,
while she's still around,
while she's still around,
while she's still around
And I know what you're thinking
That won't stop this drinking
It's the least I can do
'Cause this life is anything but certain
When they close the final curtain
You'll get a glimpse of the truth
Cause you're still around,
while she's still around,
while she's still around,
while she's still around
Go ahead and burn it down
I'm drunk and so is everyone else
In this devil town
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I’ma hit you from the back, I’ma hit you from the,
I’ma hit you from the back, I’ma hit you from the,
I’ma hit you from the back, I’ma hit you from the,
I’ma hit you from the back and make you holler ‘til you pass out.
Holler back, holler back. (X4)
If you gots a neat stash (give me half, give me half)
And if you roll up on some cash (give me half, give me half)
And if your mumma’s in the back (give me half, give me half)
And you know I got the bass bat, bass bat, bass bat,
Bitches on the dick, give ‘em 3oh!3,
Poppin’ motherfuckers like ‘you know me’
Shining in the club with the goatee,
Rollin’ on the dubs like an OG.
Get them hands cracking in the 3oh!3
Hey yeah, shake-shake your ass now,
I’ma hit you from the back and make you holler ‘til you pass out.
Bang bang, bang bang, motherfucking street slang.
Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?
Is it getting hot in here or is it 3oh!3?
You’s a punk bitch if you don’t know bout Boulder,
Your girl’s a freak, cos that’s what I told her,
You think you’re tight, but my ice gets colder,
In Baller-ado fight you with my soldiers,
You know we clean, never smokin’ that doja,
The gang sign, cos that’s what we all love.
Hey yeah, shake-shake your ass now,
I’ma hit you from the back and make you holler ‘til you pass out.
Bang bang, bang bang, motherfucking street slang.
Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?
Is it getting hot in here or is it 3oh!3?
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And if i had something to say to you i'd whisper it softly,
kiss you on your rosey lips and never let you off me.
shiver on your roof and see your face lit by starlight,
hold you through the night and watch that colorado sunrise.
I've got five fingers on each hand for every mistake that i've made
cuz my tongue is tied to tonsles and i need to s#!t and shave
im a shade to pale for handsome and have habits i can't shake
and if you try to take that from me well i'll never be the same
trainwreck that i am
and i am what i am what i am
a trainwreck, that i am
and i am what i am what i am
a trainwreck
and as long as it's okay with you i think i'll stay right here.
i got no where to go cuz where to go is up to you, dear.
happy as a clam i see the glimmer in your eyes.
hold you through the night and watch that colorado sunrise.
no car and never cared cared because i got no place to go.
but in a room, (a single wall?) i couldn't pay a plant to grow
you can try and make this pretty, pick up all my dirty clothes.
and if you never really get me then i guess you'll never know the
trainwreck that i am
and i am what i am what i am
a trainwreck that i am
and i am what i am what i am
a trainwreck
I've got five fingers on each hand for every mistake that iv'e made
cuz my tongue is tied to tonsles and i need to s#!t and shave
i'm a shade to pale for handsome and have habits i can't shake
and if you try to take that from me well i wouldn't be the same
trainwreck that i am
and i am what i am what i am
(colorado sunrise)
a trainwreck
that i am
and i am what i am what i am
(colorado sunrise)
trainwreck.
that i am
(if i had something to say to you i'd whisper it softly)
and i am what i am what i am
(kiss you on your rosey lips and never let you off me)
a trainwreck
that i am
(shiver on your roof see your face lit by starlight)
and i am what i am what i am
(hold you through the night and watch that colorado sunrise)
a trainwreck.
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