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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nathaniel Motte
Vocals
Sean Foreman
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nathaniel Motte
Songwriter
Sean Foreman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
3OH!3
Producer
Eric Stenman
Additional Engineer
Matt Squire
Producer
Travis Huff
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Im 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
[Verse 2]
Im 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
[Verse 3]
You can catch me on the speed train
Beeper in a three way
Shining with the gleam chain
And your honey giving me brain
You can catch me watching AI Mellow, it's game time
Pinkie with the same shine
Pit bull and a canine
[Verse 4]
You know I rep' this shit
I got it tatted on my skin
If you fucking with my city
Then you fucking with my kin
[Verse 5]
You know I rep' this shit
I got my hands up on your chest
Motherfuckers best believe it
That you're fucking with the best
[Verse 6]
Im 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
[Verse 7]
Whoo, Im 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
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
Kill the lights
These children learn from cigarette burns
Fast cars, fast women and cheap drinks
It feels right
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated
[Verse 10]
You can catch me on the speed train
Beeper in a three way
Shining with the gleam chain
And your honey giving me brain
You can catch me watching AI Mellow, it's game time
Pinkie with the same shine
Pit bull and a canine
[Verse 11]
You know I rep' this shit
I got it tatted on my skin
And if you fucking with my city
Then you fucking with my kin
[Verse 12]
You know I rep' this shit
I got my hands up on your chest
Motherfuckers best believe it
That you're fucking with the best
[Verse 13]
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
[Verse 14]
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
[Verse 15]
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
[Verse 16]
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
Written by: Nathaniel Motte, Sean Foreman