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Rich Beddoe
Rich Beddoe
Songwriter
Dennis Patterson
Dennis Patterson
Songwriter
Matty Shea
Matty Shea
Songwriter
Jason Harold Hatmaker
Jason Harold Hatmaker
Songwriter
Bernard James Perry
Bernard James Perry
Songwriter
John A. Pregler
John A. Pregler
Songwriter

Lyrics

That bitch has got a hit list Yeah, she's a bullet with a name Spinning around in her chamber, baby She's ready to ricochet (ricochet) She's got a jet-black heart Vendetta running through her veins Scratching the itch in her trigger finger She's playing a deadly game (deadly game) And I am, I am I'm the bullseye, baby I'm the bullseye I'm the bullseye, baby If love was a gun (bang, bang) Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet) And if you're com-com-coming for blood Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it) I said, if love was a gun (bang, bang) Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet) And if you're com-com-coming for blood Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it) Her kiss is like a death wish She's out for blood and I'm the prey Spinning around in her web now, baby She's dying to dig my grave Here comes the click, click, bang (bang) She's loaded up and taking aim The taste of her poison lips didn't leave Was caught up and there's no escape And I am, I am I'm the bullseye, baby I'm the bullseye I'm the bullseye, baby If love was a gun (bang, bang) Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet) And if you're com-com-coming for blood Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it) I said, if love was a gun (bang, bang) Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet) And if you're com-com-coming for blood Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it) (Bang, bang, bang) I'm the bullseye, baby I'm the bullseye I'm the bullseye, baby I'm a bullseye I'm the bullseye, baby I'm the bullseye I'm the bullseye, baby If love was a gun (bang, bang) Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet) And if you're com-com-coming for blood Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it) I said, if love was a gun (bang, bang) Then, baby, you'd be the bullet (you'd be the bullet) And if you're com-com-coming for blood Then come on, cock it and pull it (cock it and pull it) (Bang, bang, bang)
Writer(s): Bernard James Ii Perry, John Pregler, Andrew Kroetsch, Dennis Patterson Jr, Jason Hatmaker, Oscar Pegorraro, Matthew Shea Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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