| Girl I’m more of a killer, than Imma say
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| But comin' from the belt loop pressed to my back
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| I’ve got a six shooter that’s aimin' to brag
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| And I was born, both a sinner and a saint
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| I’m a calm car crash
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| And like a stray bullet breaking some glass
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| I can’t be stopped
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| I am the best at it
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| I am the one
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| I am your check mate
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| Ah girl, I’m Jesse James
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| Oh, I’ll admit I’m bad like Jesse James
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| I’m bad like Jesse James, Jesse James, Jesse James
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| Oh, I’ll admit I’m bad like Jesse James
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| I’m bad like Jesse James, Jesse James
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| Oh, I’ll admit I’m bad like Jesse James
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| Oh, I’ll admit I’m bad like Jesse James
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| I heard you long to get outa here, to see the states
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| Just so you know I got a seat at my side
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| It’s waiting for a Bonnie to call me her Clyde
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| But you should know, I’m more of a river, than I’m a lake
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| I’m rushing like a stampede escaping the fire
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| I’m like the tongue behind the teeth of a liar
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| I can’t be stopped
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| I am the best at it
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| I am the one
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| I am your check mate
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| Ah girl, I’m Jesse James
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| Oh, I’ll admit I’m bad like Jesse James
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| I’m bad like Jesse James, Jesse James, Jesse James
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| Oh, I’ll admit I’m bad like Jesse James
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| I’m bad like Jesse James, Jesse James
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| Oh, I’ll admit I’m bad like —
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| Oh, I ache for money
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| I wake to hunger for more than what I got
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| I don’t tell no one
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| 'Cause honestly, there’s a part of me
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| That wants to be cold and hardened with a gun
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| Aimed at everyone, like Jesse James
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| Jesse James
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| Oh yeah like Jesse James
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| Jesse James |