Walk down the street like I run it All the boys say that they love it All the girls, they pushin', shoving In the club I cause a ruckus Don't repeat that you want it I'm speaking it's no discussion Head bangin' 'til a concussion Three drinks and maybe we fuckin'
He wanna mess with my makeup But his face kinda ugly When I get real fucked up
He look just like James Dean He look just like James Dean
(Yeah) (Tell me, are you ready to make some--) (Yeah, yeah)
Latex lipstick, high heels, my credit card dеclined Money on the bеd when we fuckin' from behind Clothes off, stereo on, I party every night Latex, lipstick, high heels
He look just like James Dean He look just like James Dean
(Tell me, are you ready to make some--)
Make a bitch wanna slit her wrists He ain't never met another girl like this I don't need ass when I'm Miss New Tits I don't need cash I don't pay for shit Sound like Slayyyter but it's not hitting It's my track that the DJ's be spinning It's not you whores that keep on, keep winnin' I heard your new song and, bitch, it's not giving
He look just like James Dean
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