Lyrics

Pull the trigger, i'm ur weapon Ticking like a timer i'mma make it blow Superstition, cold ignition Body sweatin' & drippin' fya on the floor Move your body closer next to mine Turning up the heat coz now it's time Run the town wida bang Style it out wida bang Wind it up make it bang, Bang, bang Pop it off wida bang Take it off wida bang Fuck it up wida bang Bang bang Hardly breathin' issa feeling Tug a war we back n forth just for the night My controller, barely sober Have another sip to get you on the vibe Move your body closer next to mine Turning up the heat coz now it's time Run the town wida bang Style it out wida bang Wind it up make it bang, Bang, bang Pop it off wida bang Take it off wida bang Fuck it up wida bang Bang bang Yas queen no queen Do that thing on repeat But i think i like it better when i'm on top Yas bitch no bitch Work and get that real shit Imma killer for the realest wanna make you drop Move your body closer next to mine Turning up the heat coz now it's time Run the town wida bang Style it out wida bang Wind it up make it bang, Bang, bang Pop it off wida bang Take it off wida bang Fuck it up wida bang Bang bang Yas queen no queen Do that thing on repeat But i think i like it better when i'm on top Yas bitch no bitch Work and get that real shit Imma killer for the realest wanna make you drop Bang, bang
Writer(s): Wade Kirby, Monty Criswell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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