Текст 3OH!3 – I’m Not Your Boyfriend Baby

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,

Chorus:
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,
Melo, it’s game time,
Pinkie with the same shine,
Pitbull and a canine

You know I rep’ this shit,
I got 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,
Who, I’m not your boyfriend, baby,

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—

Chorus

You know I rep’ this shit,
I got 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