Special Place In Hell

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