Lyrics:
try to fake
Summer time in the boat of love, meet me by the lake
I can grab the fireworks, the soda, all the cookies we can eat
Make you nauseous but
Trigger finger with the shots lined up, ayup
In the middle where I can't find buzz, ayup
Wicked brittle and they don't size up, ayup
Time's up
Gotta scrap
would make would be calcu
Lated and won't feel so fucking spratic
But god I'm in love; heart is exposed
I know that there's trust, but also some doubt
My love's a revolver
My love's a revolver
Oops I guess I shot ya
My finger's on the trigger
I had a bullet with your name on it
Click,
through your trap house
Cash in, Nigga, Cash out
Shots fired, only head shots
Rapid fire make you dance
Drive-by in a fucking limo
Trigger fingers in my
She dont wanna call me no more
Finger on the trigger, 21 in the pole
Nights with the liquor, got shots for my soul
Fuckin up my liver, spending
take you off road, all told, off load, by the crossroads
When you in the inner city, got them trigger fingers itchy
It ain't pretty, there ain't pity,
Body go missing
Turn it into a rhythm
O.G with the drilling
Trigger finger in the itching
(Itching itching itching itching)
Hmm hmm hmmmmm
Why're you
keep calling me their dawg
If I got a problem they don't wanna be involved
So a finger on the trigger's how my problem's getting solved
Messy, even with
a bitch wetter then we do it all day
Is the wild wild West three fingers in the air put the drink up then we do it all day
Is the wild wild West
West side
Don't fuck with the Queen
What's up Miami?
Are you ready, for my bad ass bitches tonight?
Oops, I guess I shot ya
My finger's on the trigger
I
dreams
Mines is to fly to the summer in my winter clothes
Sin city is a mile away
I see the devil in a skirt, but it's a nightgown
Hallelujah, does it
all I need was a hand trigger
Semi-automatic MAC-11 just to scare niggas?
Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday
And fear of man grow
out of your own way
You’ve got your finger
Around the trigger, don’t hesitate
Get out of your own way
Out of the shadows
We’re in a battle you
I can't believe
She's got me wrapped, wrapped around
Wrapped me round her trigger finger
She'll do no harm, can do no harm
It only hurts me when she's
by the gallon
And no we never ration
Close your eyes
And let the vibes happen
Reverse and lets ride
Pull up to the rave
With middle fingers to the sky
right
Da da da da
Our love is out of control
It's only passion and fun
Our love is out of control
It's only passion and fun
Our love is out of control
live on the track
Got my baby in the whip, she could ride on my lap
Put that one finger up mommy, guzzle some more
Tell them the only issues you got is
I'm in a bar full of bikers
And a handful of junkies
It's a fifty fifty chance that they're
Plannin' to jump me
Anybody drinking here is lucky just
My love's a revolver, volver, volver, volver
My love's a revolver, volver, volver, volver
Oops, I guess I shot ya
My finger's on the trigger
I
day till night
The world's in chains
But who's in control
It seems so cold
Feels like I'm 10 years old
No power, we grounded
We on restriction
Victims
worry bout the ammo
.44, trigger finger itchin'-
Face it, as I stand adjacent to this blade no days get wasted
Takin’ names and stayin’ awake blazin’ jays
baby, baby
Britney (verse 2):
What I feel is more than a crush
Then again, its not quite love
Just enough to fill my cup
Whatever you do, just keep it
think they killers
The molly give my trigger finger the jitters, Lord
I was 15 in a new drop
Pulling up on the scene after school out
Make a bad bitch
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