Son of a Bitch

I ain't no man in the middle

That ain't no man, that's the devil

He actin' all confidential

How 'bout that thirty-eight special?

I ain't no fucking beginner, no

And I veto, any boy with agenda

He walk around in that denim

The good, the bad, and the random

There's only one he can handle

That boy go bad in the night time

That boy got hands on the wrong thighs

I got that Dolce on, that Dolce on, that Dolce on 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 pullin' up where you at

With champagne and a Louisville bat

I know you didn't sign up for this

You fuckin' 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, fuckin' with me

You know a passionate woman, they make the worst enemy

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, pullin' up where you at

With champagne and a Louisville bat

I know you didn't sign up for this

You fuckin' son of a bitch

Ooh-whoa, oh-oh, oh

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

Oh-whoa, oh-oh, oh

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

You fuckin' son of a bitch