James Dean

Walk down the street like I run it

All the boys say that they love it

All the girls, they push and shoving

In the club I cause a ruckus

Don′t repeat that you want it

I'm speaking, it′s no discussion

Headbang it 'til 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

(Yeah)

(Yeah)

He look just like James Dean

(Yeah)

(Tell me, are you ready to make some)

(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

(Yeah)

(Tell me, are you ready to make)

(Yeah)

He look just like James Dean

(Tell me, are you ready to make some)

Make a bitch wanna slit her wrists

He ain′t ever 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

She wanna 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, ah

He look just like James Dean

(Tell me, are you ready to make some)