Lyrics:
Heartbreaker, girl you sure is gone Heartbreaker, girl you sure is gone Heartbreaker, how you carry on You a bobby-soxer, mean mistreated too
Heartbreaker, girl you sure is gone Heartbreaker, girl you sure is gone Heartbreaker, how you carry on You a bobby-soxer, mean mistreated too
Heartbreaker, girl you sure is gone Heartbreaker, girl you sure is gone Heartbreaker, how you carry on You a bobby-soxer, mean mistreated too
whore Tonight, tonight She's not alone (can you taste the wicked in the room?) Bobbysoxer so pure, so young (By morning her soul will be gone, gone,
little whore Tonight, tonight She's not alone (can you taste the wicked in the room?) Bobbysoxer so pure, so young (By morning her soul will be
and all you hoes going love it To be popping rubber bands off a wad Dime piece in nothing but bobbysoxers To see my product leave the shelves like a flea
Shit to new heights Put the 750 in reverse like Benjamin Button We been doin' it for years and They down all of a sudden Bobbysoxer doin' one-twenty in
One thing's for sure, you better get all of your friends here If a shorty like my music, then she a (Bobbysoxer) Got a booty, know how to use it,
to give up We live up to the bar set, bobbysoxer doin 120 in a Corvette Blowin' up like a war vet, goddamn, everybody wonder who I am 'Cause I came out
up the the bar set Bobbysoxer doin' 120 in a Corvette Blowin' up like a war vet Goddamn, everybody wonder who I am 'Cause I came out the cut like
The baddest Bobbysoxer that you ever seen Reppin' my team We real all the time, so my squad keen, bing Dave, it's me Sinatra and my boy Dean The way we
shirt Now my name on yo girl shirt I might just fuck around and get some ice Aquafina with it i'm looking clean with it Yo girl a bobbysoxer Got this
To getting shorties out of they clothes From DC to God knows Young Sinatra, don't forget Logic taught you King of the bobbysoxer Keeping it real since I first
the sheets Cause this is where intellect And versatility meets i'm Young Sinatra Backstage chilling with BobbySoxers i got ya Yeah! You wanna fuck with us?!
Whipin' through Cabo in a Murcielago Dodging paparazzi with the finest dime I met in Chicago The baddest Bobbysoxer that you ever seen Reppin' my team We
plane ticket Ya heard? We real all the time, that's my word Catch me in the cut tryna Book her like a nerd She a red bone bobby-soxer, I had to stop her
and the BobbySoxers, yeah, I know y'all, love ya I gotta get it, yeah, I gotta get it Yeah, I'm not kidding like I Ain't have a rubber Goddamn, can I get it, word
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