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son of a gun - satica lyrics

[verse 1: satica & sakima, satica]
you were in the corner smoking green, that california
had a bullet in the chamber, made the whole club f-cking wake up
like pew, attention on you, eyes like glue
get me out of here before it all blows

[pre-chorus: sakima, satica & sakima]
if i get down on my knees
will you pull the trigger on me?
you’ll be the last thing i see
and you’ll be the death of me
get me out of here before it all blows
get me out of here before it all, oh

[chorus: satica & sakima, sakima]
he’s a son of a gun, shooting roses for fun
blowing smoke on my love, ah
he’s a son of a gun, shoot the bullet and run
taste the lead on my tongue, ah
son of a gun, son of a gun (oh)
son of a gun, son of a gun (yeah, yeah)
son of a gun, son of a gun (ah)
son of a gun, son of a gun

[verse 2: satica & sakima, satica & sakima]
he’s got a 9mm to the face, no, i can’t believe it
looking down the barrel, hope to god it isn’t fatal
like ah, right between my eyes, bright white light
get me out of here before it all blows

[pre-chorus: satica, satica & sakima]
if i get down on my knees
will you pull the trigger on me?
you’ll be the last thing i see
you’ll be the death of me
get me out of here before it all blows
get me out of here before it all, oh

[chorus: satica & sakima]
he’s a son of a gun, shooting roses for fun
blowing smoke on my love, ah
he’s a son of a gun, shoot the bullet and run
taste the lead on my tongue, ah
son of a gun, son of a gun
son of a gun, son of a gun (ah)
son of a gun, son of a gun (oh)
son of a gun, son of a gun

[bridge: satica & sakima]
i’m never gonna get that back (oh)
i’ll never, i-i-i’ll never, no
i’m never gonna get that back (oh)
i’ll never, i-i-i’ll never, no

[chorus: satica & sakima, sakima]
he’s a son of a gun, shooting roses for fun
blowing smoke on my love, ah
he’s a son of a gun, shoot the bullet and run
taste the lead on my tongue, ah
he’s a son of a gun, shooting roses for fun
blowing smoke on my love, ah
he’s a son of a gun, shoot the bullet and run (he’s a son of a gun)
taste the lead on my tongue, ah (shoot the bullet and run)
son of a gun, son of a gun
son of a gun, son of a gun (shoot the bullet and run)
son of a gun, son of a gun (bullet and run, bullet and run)
son of a gun, son of a gun

- satica lyrics

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