Son of a Bitch

I ain't no man in the mirror That ain't no man, that's the devil He acting all confidential How about that 38 special? I ain't no fuckin' beginner, hm-hm And I veto any boy with agenda He walk around in that denim Look good and bad and the random There's only one he can handle That boy go bad in the nighttime That boy got hands on the wrong thighs I got that dolce, on that dolce, on that dolce of mine That boy woke up in the wrong room Two girls and two bad tattoos I know what's up and what went down up in room 432 Desperado, you son of a bitch Chicago slutted up at the Ritz I don't, I didn't sign up for this You fucking son of a mm-mm Wild thoughts of pulling up where you at With champagne and a Louisville bat I know you didn't sign up for this You fucking son of a bitch I ain't no dame, I'm the devil This side of me, she ain't Jessie I got some plans of redemption Some other plans I won't mention You're gonna fucking remember That girl rolled up in a G5 Laid back and sharpened my knife I cut it off like Lorena I'll take what's left of your pride I think that judge would agree You fucked up fucking with me You know a passionate woman They made the worst into me Desperado, you son of a bitch Chicago slutted up at the Ritz I don't, I didn't sign up for this You fucking son of a–, mm-mm Wild thoughts of pulling up where you at With champagne and a Louisville bat I know you didn't sign up for this You fucking son of a bitch Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh You fucking son of a bitch