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 make-up
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 declined
Money on the bed
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
(Tell me, are you ready to make some—)