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These boys just talk and talk
But somehow I can't seem to listen
I'm thinkin' bout the one who's dressed in black
I'm switching up the order
I'm on top that's my position
I eat 'em up, I spit 'em out
I got my finger on your trigger
Here's your shot, I'm comin' for you
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My name is on your tongue
And boy, I bet it tastes like venom
You heard the rumors bout these legs
Well I'm the one who spread 'em
I'm like an animal, I'm on the hurt
And boy I'm comin' for you
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I just can help but picture this
Me riding shotgun on your lips, on your lips
I just can help but picture this
Me riding shotgun on your lips, on your lips
I just can help but picture this
Me riding shotgun on your lips, on your lips
Writer(s): Bovelli Diamante, Cantrall Alexander V, Fisher Rhett Tyler, Hoeppner Jeffrey Scott