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—)