Special Place In Hell - New West

You showed up to my mama’s house drunk on a Sunday

We went to church and you pulled through with a Mickey and a dime bag

You tried hitting on my father (That ain’t right)

You drink wine from the bottle (No that ain’t right)

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»

You like stepping on my problems

(That shit hurt)

With your Red Bottom shoes

(That shit hurt)

Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you

You got opinions through the roof, blame it on your generation

You hate the Beatles just because you think they’re overrated

You’ll never meet the queen

(That's for sure)

But you’ll still make the news

(That's for sure)

Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you

I guess the devil wears Prada (Gucci too)

And she kills for the drama (Yeah she do)

Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you

I know you’ll never be proper

So why bother tryna change your view

Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you