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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, hm-mm And I veto, any boy with agenda He walk around in that denim Look good and 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 Letras de cancionesI 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 Oh-woah-oh, oh-oh, oh Ooh-woah-oh, ooh-woah-oh, ooh-woah-oh, ooh-woah-oh, ooh-woah-oh Oh-woah-oh, oh-oh, oh Ooh-woah-oh, ooh-woah-oh, ooh-woah-oh, ooh-woah-oh, ooh-woah-oh, oh You fuckin' son of a bitch From Letras Mania