Lyrics: Secret Lives Of The Freemasons. Weekend Warriors. Mascara.

Well hey there pretty drama
What kind of shit you gonna start tonight
Between them or you and I
Oh no there she goes
I think she's looking for a fight
But tell me what give you the right
What's wrong with your mouth
You seem to be talking out the side
Didn't wanna walk through hell tonight
She's ok, until she spouts that shit about your name

All the makeup in the world couldn't cover up
your a snake in the grass, your a snake in the grass
All the makeup in the world couldn't cover up
your a snake in the grass, your a snake in the grass

Well hey boy you had better
Watch your front back and both sides
You never know when she will strike
Your tongue is a bush bucket of drama
Go out and paint the town blue tonight
But tell me when gives you the right

All the makeup in the world couldn't cover up
Your a snake in the grass, your a snake in the grass
All the makeup in the world couldn't cover up
Your a snake in the grass, your a snake in the grass
We sing (HA HA)

Well she will be the end of you boy
just you wait and see, just you wait and see
Well she will be the end of you boy
just you wait and see, just you wait and see

All the makeup in the world couldn't cover up
Your a snake in the grass, your a snake in the grass
All the makeup in the world couldn't cover up
Your a snake in the grass, your a snake in the grass