Girl, I swear your sex is a weapon And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang Yeah, I swear your sex is a weapon And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang Shot to my head, blow to my heart
Left me for dead, then you took off Girl, you use your sex like a weapon And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang
Man down, man down, oh, yeah Another round, another round in the clip One shot, point blank, you donÂŽt miss Shooter, body bang-bang
Confessions of a killer Murder she wrote She no come for real love (Shotta) But she love taking souls
Girl, I swear your sex is a weapon And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang Yeah, I swear your sex is a weapon And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang
Shot to my head, blow to my heart Left me for dead, then you took off Girl, you use your sex like a weapon And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang
Man down, man down, oh, yeah Another round, another round in the clip One shot, point blank, you donÂŽt miss Shooter, body bang-bang
??? back on the ??? ??? ???, see the way you move and turn around, oh Make a brother, ??? come unannounced, oh
Shooter, she carry bazooka I might get you put out, see the way you do, how Body from Kalakuta, face from Sudan
She a shooter, body bang-bang
Girl, I swear your sex is a weapon And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang Yeah, I swear your sex is a weapon And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang Shot to my head, blow to my heart Left me for dead, then you took off Girl, you use your sex like a weapon And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang
Man down, man down, oh, yeah Shooter, body bang-bang Man down, man down, oh, yeah Shooter, body bang-bang Shooter Man down, man down, oh, yeah Shooter, body bang-bang
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