paroles de chanson Smith & Westin - Masego , TeaMarrr

Sheriff, sheriff
Someone get the sheriff
Oh, they′re at it again (ohh)
And I think one of them wields a weapon

Smith & Wesson, Smith & Wesson
Smith & Wesson, Smith & Wesson
Oh, ayy-oh-ah, ayy-oh-ee, ayy-yeah

Shoot my tongue if you want, lil' mama
I can′t take, say nothin', lil' mama
Love is war if you want, lil′ mama
Bust them shots then bring that drama
You wanna fight in public
You got a knife, but, I ain′t bluffing
So meet in the middle of town
Where the saloon doors swing left and right (ooh, right)
We gon' fight (fight)

Say hell to
Smith & Wesson, Smith & Wesson
Smith & Wesson, Smith & Wesson
Oh, ayy-oh-ah, ayy-oh-ee, ayy-yeah

Say hell to
Smith & Wesson, Smith & Wesson
Smith & Wesson, Smith & Wesson
Oh, ayy-oh-ah, ayy-oh-ee, ayy-yeah

Nigga, please
I′ma leave you were so wrong
Could it be? I'm like kissing Kate Barlow
Ride out, I′ma get my revenge
Your hideout, buss in, gon' let me in
So meet me in the middle of town
Or whatever the f-, this needs to go down
We gon′ fight

Say hell to
Smith & Wesson, Smith & Wesson
Smith & Wesson, Smith & Wesson
Oh, ayy-oh-ah, ayy-oh-ee, ayy-yeah
Hol' up

She wrong, she wrong, she wrong, but she think she right
She gone, she go on her own, I'm gon′ lose her like
Gon′ push me to the edge
Shoot me in the heart, shoot me in the head
So meet me in the middle of town
Where the saloon doors swing left and right (right)
We gon' fight (fight)
Say h-

Boy, don′t make me kick you in your nutsack (hey)
I break your saxophone and tell 'em there′s no comeback (no call)
You wanna cheat, I got receipts from bunny riches (mmh)
Don't make me squad up with your exes, ridin′ bareback
No I'm cappin', watch me kickin′ the door with my .44
We not finna argue anymore, I brought the silencer, whoa, oh

Smith & Wesson, Smith & Wesson
Smith & Wesson, Smith & Wesson
Oh, ayy-oh-ah, ayy-oh-ee, ayy-yeah (say hello)

Smith & Wesson, Smith & Wesson
Smith & Wesson, Smith & Wesson
Oh, ayy-oh-ah, ayy-oh-ee, ayy-yeah

Sheriff, oh dear (oh dear)
Oh my stars and garters (oh my)
He made that choppa sing, that choppa sing
Brrt, gat, brrt, gat (sheriff)
Brrt, gat (sheriff), brrt, gat

Gon′ push me to the edge
Shoot me in the heart, shoot me in the head
Gon' push me to the edge
Shoot me in the heart, shoot me in the head