Cherry Poppin Daddies - Suicide Kings - Sözleri

I don't like your tone 

You sound confused 

Because your ma said I was born to lose

I smoke my menthols and sport my rings

She don't like me running with my posse, the Suicide Kings 



Baby, freaky toy girl don't you crack you whip on me

Yeah yeah yeah, girl don't you crack the whip on me



I'll take you from your home 

And give you what you want in a man 

I got skin skin smooth as chrome

I'll get you stickier than strawberry jam 

So don't you cross me or get sly 

I'm an American insensitive guy 

And I don't give a rat's ass

About polite society or questions of class 



Leave a sexy corpse live fast and die young

This is what i want to do

I'm destiny's child, ride free or die

With suicide superstar cool



The wind is cold the times so hard

You've got to live before you're chucked in the sod

It's all a hustle out on the street 

Black leather gimme tougher skin

So that I can compete 



Ain't nobody gonna crack that whip

Ain't nobody gonna crack that whip

Ain't nobody gonna crack that whip

Ain't nobody gonna crack that whip










		
			



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