Amy Winehouse Lyrics

 

Amy Winehouse

Okay, okay
Yeah
Yeah

Said you wanna take my bitch, no way
Yeah, you silly, damn, I'm pissed, yeah
Really might f*ck your bitch
F*ck her right and then fucking money dance in her clit
You got Chanel on your choker
Say, "X, boy, your dick is a cobra"
I'm gon' f*ck your friends, girl, I told ya
I'm gon' f*ck your friends, girl, I told ya
Just might, get your skeet for the night
Just might, mix lean with the sprite
Just might, get your skeet for the night
Just might, mix lean with the sprite, bitch
God damn, bars set in, I can't walk now
All that shit that you was talking, boy, what's up now?
Got all these slits upon my wrist like Amy Winehouse
Who gon' f*ck me, yeah, yeah, yeah (who gon') (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I don't get mad, no more
I just f*ck harder and harder and
I don't get mad, no more
I just f*ck harder and harder and
I don't get mad, no more
I just f*ck harder and harder and harder and harder and harder and (harder)

God dammit, God damn, God damn, God damn (yeah)
God dammit, God damn, God damn
God dammit, God dammit, God damn (okay)
God dammit, God dammit, God (okay)
God dammit (uh), God damn, God (okay, okay, okay, oh yeah yeah)
God damn, God dammit, God dammit, God damn (okay)
God dammit, God dammit (okay)
Okay, okay