You showed up to my mama's house
Drunk on a Sunday
We went to church and you pulled through
With a Mickey and a dime bag
You tried hitting on my father
(That ain't right)
You drink wine from the bottle
(No that ain't right)
You showed up late to my grandma's wake
Higher than a satellite
Sent all the children crying to their moms
Said "kids were all gonna die"
You like stepping on my problems
(That shit hurt)
With your red bottom shoes
(Yeah that shit hurt)
Yeah there's a special place in hell for girls like you
You got opinions through the roof
Blame it on your generation
You hate the Beatles just because
You think they're overrated
You'll never meet the queen
(That's for sure)
But you'll still make the news
(That's for sure)
Yeah there's a special place in hell for girls like you
I guess the devil wears Prada
(Gucci too)
She kills for the drama
(Yeah she do)
Yeah There's a special place in hell for girls like you
I know you'll never be proper
So why bother trying to change your view
Yeah there's a special place in hell for girls like you
Yeah there's a special place in hell for girls like you