Db Gb You showed up to my mama's house drunk on a Sunday Db Eb We went to church and you pulled through with a Mickey and a dime bag Ebm Ab You tried hitting on my father (That ain’t right) Ebm Ab You drink wine from the bottle (No that ain't right) [Verse 2] Db 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" [Chorus] Ebm Ab You like stepping on my problems (That shit hurt) Ebm Ab With your Red Bottom shoes (That shit hurt) Eb Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you [Verse 3] Db Gb You got opinions through the roof, blame it on your generation Db Eb You hate the Beatles just because you think they’re overrated [Chorus] Ebm Ab You’ll never meet the queen(That’s for sure) Ebm Ab But you’ll still make the news(That's for sure) Eb Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you [Chorus] Ebm Ab I guess the devil wears Prada (Gucci too) Ebm Ab And she kills for the drama (Yeah she do) Eb Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you [Chorus] Ebm Ab I know you’ll never be proper Ebm Ab So why bother tryna change your view Eb Yeah there’s a special place in hell for girls like you