Amy Winehouse lyrics

[Intro]
Okay, okay
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
Said you wanna take my b*tch, no way
Yeah, you silly, damn, I'm p*ssed, yeah
Really might f*ck your b*tch
f*ck her right and f*cking money dance in her clit
You got Chanel on your choker
Say, "X, boy, your di*k 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 the lean with the Sprite, b*tch
God damn, bars set in, I can't walk now
All that sh*t 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 (God damn, god damn)

[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
God damn, god damn, god damn, god damn (Yeah)
God damn, god damn, god damn
God damn, god damn, god damn, god damn (Okay)
God damn, god damn, god- (Okay)
God damn, god damn, god- (Okay, okay, okay, oh-yeah-ah)
God damn, god damn, god damn, god damn (Okay)
God damn, god damn, god damn, god damn (Okay)
Okay, okay