James Dean

[Verse 1] 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' till a concussion Three drinks and maybe we fuckin' [Pre-Chorus] He wanna mess with my makeup But his face kinda ugly When I get real fucked up [Chorus] He look just like James Dean (Yeah) (Some–) (Yeah) He look just like James Dean [Post-Chorus] (Yeah) (Tell me, are you ready to make some—) (Yeah) [Verse 2] Latеx, lipstick, high heels, my credit card declined Monеy on the bed when we fuckin' from behind Clothes off, stereo on, I party every night Latex, lipstick, high heels [Chorus] He look just like James Dean (Yeah) (Tell me, are you ready to make—) (Yeah) He look just like James Dean (Some–) [Post-Chorus] (Tell me, are you ready to make some—) [Bridge] Make a bitch wanna slit her wrists He ain't never met another girl like this (Some–) I don't need ass when I'm Miss New Tits I don't need cash, I don't pay for shit She wanna sound like Slayyyter but it's not hitting (Some–) It's my track that the DJ's be spinning (Some–) It's not you whores that keep on, keep winnin' (Some–) I heard your new song and, bitch, it's not giving [Chorus] He look just like James Dean (Ah) [Post-Chorus] (Tell me, are you ready to make some—)