paroles de chanson Ashe and McCree - JT Music

My mama fed me with a silver spoon
Too bad she and Daddy never hung around
To see their baby girl grow into a killer soon
If you cause a problem, then I'll gun ya' down
I'll stop pullin' off heists when I'm dead
Never was bothered much by a price on my head
Because I love the chase, whether I escape or I hang
Loyal to the grave is the name of my gang
Forget the riches, this is just about the job
I'm a rebel without a cause, I'm runnin' from the law
When I want somethin' done, then I'll send in B.O.B. (Do somethin'!)
We don't need another skull, yet, we never stop
Got a dynamite temper, it's about to blow
My business, my rules, I run the show
And no, I won't repeat myself, you can even ask Jesse
Exactly what'll happen if a lawman tests me

Bourbon on my breath and a shiner from a bar-fight
Sorry, Pops, but I'm not fit for the farm life
Though I'm a wrongdoer, you can bet I'm armed right
Check your pocket watch, I'll bring ya' high noon, all night
I was brought up on the wrong side of the tracks
I've been locked up, even shot right in the back
I'll deal with a little misfortune
Long as I'm earnin' a fortune
'Cause justice and luck come in proper proportions
Me and my partner in my crime run a ring of outlaws
But I'm the rugged gunslinger nobody outdraws
I'll smoke you faster than a stogie in a showdown
Haven't you heard that I'm wanted?
Well, you know now
Quickdraw for hire, I'm your huckleberry
Caution if you spot a tumbleweed on the prairie
Run for cover from the Crackshot, McCree's a Deadeye
Way I handle this six shot, easy as pie

You call us hot heads? I'd say we're dead shots
No, you won't get far when you're held up by Deadlock
Everybody needs a family, mine is ride or die
Even when we leave ya' dead, the law-dog don't bat an eye

Step into my town, you'd better turn around
The reason why they call me Ashe, I can burn ya' down
Line up my shot, feel the noose tighten
When the job's done, I'll ride off in the horizon
I got the finest steed, you'll find none alike
I've even seen McCree with his eye on my bike
But the gang knows I take the reigns, keep my cretins in line
No complainin' when I take the biggest piece of the pie
Raised to be a lady but I hated the garments
'Stead of learnin' manners, I was trainin' with targets
Even as a kid, I kept my wits and my fists up
B.O.B. at my back, makin' sure I never get caught
Ready for liftoff, land all my trickshots
You don't wanna make this femme-fatale pissed off
If you come too close, you'll fly
Then I'll turn twelve bullets into twelve bulls-eyes

Nobody's gonna lock me up and then collect the bounty
Read the belt, fella', that'll tell ya' all about me
I'm wild and calamitous like a buckin' bronco
Not that I'm into fashion but I'm bringin' back the poncho
When I'm up against the odds, I just cock my hammer back
Take a roll in a flash, stop you in your tracks
Six rounds loaded, I ain't gonna miss a shot
I'm not talkin' whiskey, but that would hit the spot
Sometimes I think I should be leadin' the pack
I mean, we'd get a small commission while she keeps all the cash (What?)
It doesn't always have to be that way, Ashe
I know, we're not a couple, but you could, at least, give me half (Come on!)
See, I've come up from nothin'
What's your issue? Grew up rich? (Aw)
At least we both hate Overwatch and I'm no snitch
I never told her this, but she's sure not my type
Honestly, my favorite thing about her is the bike

McCree, I'm feelin' like you're questionin' my leadership
Well, if that's the case, buster, you can seal your lips
'Cause it's my way or my way, no highway
You wanna draw on me, Jesse?
You can take the die way!

When it comes to that temper, I can light the fuse
I'm not tryin' to throw down unless you'd like to lose
Skin your smoke wagon, you already know what happens
Skip the talkin' Ashe, let's get to the muscle clashin'

Ha, ha, ha, I'm just playin', guys
Come on, next round's on me

You call us hot heads? I'd say we're dead shots
No, you won't get far when you're held up by Deadlock
Everybody needs a family, mine is ride or die
Even when we leave ya' dead, the law-dog don't bat an eye