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You showed up to my mama's house drunk on a Sunday
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We went to church and you pulled through with a Mickey and a dime bag
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You tried hitting on my father (That ain’t right)
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You drink wine from the bottle (No that ain't right)


[Verse 2]
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You showed up late to my grandma's wake higher than a satellite

Sent all the children crying to their moms

Said "Kids we’re all gonna die"


[Chorus]
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You like stepping on my problems (That shit hurt)
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With your Red Bottom shoes (That shit hurt)
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Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you

[Verse 3]
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You got opinions through the roof, blame it on your generation
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You hate the Beatles just because you think they’re overrated


[Chorus]
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You’ll never meet the queen(That’s for sure)
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But you’ll still make the news(That's for sure)
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Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you


[Chorus]
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I guess the devil wears Prada (Gucci too)
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And she kills for the drama (Yeah she do)
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Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you

[Chorus]
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I know you’ll never be proper
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So why bother tryna change your view
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Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you