Letra da Música: I'm Not Your Boyfriend Baby - 3OH!3

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 speed train,
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 speed train,
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