I took a cheap shot,
A clean miss.
Burnin' my defenses with the shakin of her hips,
And then she
Moves in,
A quick kiss,
Breathing down my neck,
She had me wrapped around her wrist.
I try to
Break loose,
Tight grip,
Knocking me unconscious when she bit her bottom lip.
It was a,
Lost cause,
A fast fight,
She ain't taking any prisoners and she's through playing nice.
Loaded the bullets with my blood in the rounds.
Yeah she's a sweet six shooter,
She knows how to get down.
Until the kick-back,
When my heart hits the ground.
She said,
You think you're so tough,
Baby put your hands up.
Loaded the bullets with my blood in the rounds.
Yeah she's a sweet six shooter,
She knows how to get down.
Until the kick-back,
When my heart hits the ground.
She said,
You think you're so tough,
Baby put your hands up.
Yeah.
And so I,
Break off.
I gave in.
Feeling pretty good about the trouble that I'm in.
She got me,
Beat down,
And bruised up.
I'm bleeding, barely breathing, but I can not get enough.
Loaded the bullets with my blood in the rounds.
Yeah she's a sweet six shooter,
She knows how to get down.
Until the kick-back,
When my heart hits the ground.
She said,
You think you're so tough,
Baby put your hands up.
Loaded the bullets with my blood in the rounds.
Yeah she's a sweet six shooter,
She knows how to get down.
Until the kick-back,
When my heart hits the ground.
She said,
You think you're so tough,
Baby put your hands up.
Yeah.
She gets me deep in the chest,
Straight through my bullet-proof vest.
She kisses like a grenade,
Like a blade, or Bayonet.
She gets me deep in the chest,
Straight through my bullet-proof vest.
She kisses like a grenade,
Like a blade, or Bayonet.
She gets me deep in the chest,
Straight through my bullet-proof vest.
She kisses like a grenade,
Like a blade, or Bayonet.
Loaded the bullets with my blood in the rounds.
Yeah she's a sweet six shooter,
She knows how to get down.
Until the kick-back,
When my heart hits the ground.
She said,
You think you're so tough,
Baby put your hands up.
Loaded the bullets with my blood in the rounds.
Yeah she's a sweet six shooter,
She knows how to get down.
Until the kick-back,
When my heart hits the ground.
She said,
You think you're so tough,
Baby put your hands up.
Yeah.
