[Verse 1]
I was born on the east side of things
Where the dollar is mighty and green
Don't let me fool you, I might look a little sweet
But I could get away with murder in my sleep
[Pre-Chorus]
Blue lights, red lights don't scare me
A short skirt, even got dirt on the sheriff
I know it's easy just to look, but don't touch
My only hustle is love
[Chorus]
I got you singing no, no, no, no
I'm not the type you take home to mama
(Take home to mama)
I got you singing no, no, no, no
I'm not the type you take home to mama
(Take home to mama)
She's gonna tell you that I'm bad, bad news
That I'll have you crying out that sad, sad news
[Post-Chorus]
'Cause I'm a b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-bad bitch
'Cause I'm a b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-bad bitch
I was born on the east side of things
Where the dollar is mighty and green
Don't let me fool you, I might look a little sweet
But I could get away with murder in my sleep
[Pre-Chorus]
Blue lights, red lights don't scare me
A short skirt, even got dirt on the sheriff
I know it's easy just to look, but don't touch
My only hustle is love
[Chorus]
I got you singing no, no, no, no
I'm not the type you take home to mama
(Take home to mama)
I got you singing no, no, no, no
I'm not the type you take home to mama
(Take home to mama)
She's gonna tell you that I'm bad, bad news
That I'll have you crying out that sad, sad news
[Post-Chorus]
'Cause I'm a b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-bad bitch
'Cause I'm a b-b-b-b-bad, b-b-bad bitch
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