SON OF A BİTCH

I ain't no man in the mirror
That ain't no man, that's the devil
He acting all confidential
How about that 38 special?
I ain't no fuckin' beginner, hm-hm

And I veto any boy with agenda
He walk around in that denim
Look good and bad and the random
There's only one he can handle

That boy go bad in the nighttime
That boy got hands on the wrong thighs
I got that dolce, on that dolce, on that dolce of mine
That boy woke up in the wrong room
Two girls and two bad tattoos
I know what's up and what went down up in room 432

Desperado, you son of a bitch
Chicago slutted up at the Ritz
I don't, I didn't sign up for this
You fucking son of a mm-mm

Wild thoughts of pulling up where you at
With champagne and a Louisville bat
I know you didn't sign up for this
You fucking son of a bitch

I ain't no dame, I'm the devil
This side of me, she ain't Jessie
I got some plans of redemption
Some other plans I won't mention
You're gonna fucking remember

That girl rolled up in a G5
Laid back and sharpened my knife
I cut it off like Lorena
I'll take what's left of your pride
I think that judge would agree
You fucked up fucking with me
You know a passionate woman
They made the worst into me

Desperado, you son of a bitch
Chicago slutted up at the Ritz
I don't, I didn't sign up for this
You fucking son of a–, mm-mm

Wild thoughts of pulling up where you at
With champagne and a Louisville bat
I know you didn't sign up for this
You fucking son of a bitch

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
You fucking son of a bitch