Testo di James Dean

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' He wanna mess with my makeup 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—)