3oh!3 - I'm Not Your Boyfriend Baby lyrics

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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,Melo

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 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,

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

Thanks to One9 for these lyrics