| This ain’t for the good girls gone bad,
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| This one’s for the bad girls trying to go good
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| How could someone like me so bad get such a good girl
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| Such a good girl, you’re a good girl
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| And I know that I don’t treat you like I should girl
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| Like I could girl, like my good girl
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| Here I go again, on my shit again
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| Walking through the mall, acting like a prick again
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| You had a halter-top; |
| I had my Famous socks
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| You came to shop; |
| I came to ho hop
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| You had your girl witcha
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| Both looking great, I wanted both of y’all
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| How about a double take
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| She was hating looking at me like a scumbag
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| But something made you want to turn around and come back
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| Prob’ly cause I just don’t give a fuck
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| I just want to see one of these hookas in my truck
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| So tell your girlfriend tough luck,
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| She just wanna see you with somebody dressed up
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| Well, I really ain’t into that type of shit
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| I’m into tattoos and drinking ‘til six
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| Fucking ‘til nine, sleeping ‘til twelve
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| And going back to my homies with a story to tell
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| How could someone like me so bad get such a good girl
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| Such a good girl, you’re a good girl
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| And I know that I don’t treat you like I should girl
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| Like I could girl, like my good girl
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| This shit should’a been finished
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| I’m as surprised as you are, that you still let me in it
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| But you continue to text message me
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| Right after saying that we should both move separately
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| But you don’t want to see me go
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| Even though I’ve only given you dick and cold cereal
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| So you must have a thing for lucky charms
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| Or the bad girl in you just fell into my lucky arms
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| You love to cuss me out and call me crazy
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| Say I’m no good and all of your friends hate me
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| Then you show up to my room and damn near rape me
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| And then it goes from fuck you, to fuck me baby
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| You leave early so nobody sees you at the spot
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| Now you’re stuck between a hard place and a rock
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| You call me a player, but I have lied to you not
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| Cause I’m not a player, I just crush a lot. |
| Holler!
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| How could someone like me so bad get such a good girl
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| Such a good girl, you’re a good girl
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| And I know that I don’t treat you like I should girl
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| Like I could girl, like my good girl
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| I’m in jail again, on my Johnny Cash
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| Some dude was talking shit, I had to whip his ass
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| Called you in the morning, and you just fuckin' laugh
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| You think it’s cute, you love my crazy ass
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| And I wonder if you’ll ever leave my side
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| Cause the more that I ignore you, the more you wanna ride
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| I tell you that I’m bad but you never ask why
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| Cause you just want the good from a really bad guy
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| You want to rock, let’s rock and roll, just know
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| I’m only good at one thing and it’s not control
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| But I am consistent, that’s something to be proud’a
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| Cause I ain’t shit with you and I ain’t shit without ya
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| How could someone like me so bad get such a good girl
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| Such a good girl, you’re a good girl
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| And I know that I don’t treat you like I should girl
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| Like I could girl, like my good girl
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| To all the bad girls trying to be good
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| There’s no such thing as good girl gone bad girl
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| Just a bunch of bad girls trying to go good
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| Alabama, mane!
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| Hello, my name is Yelawolf, I’m a sex addict
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| It’s a disease, there’s medication for it and everything
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| I take pills |