Masego, TeaMarrr — Smith & Westin
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Sheriff, sheriff
Someone get the sheriff
They’re at it again (oh)
And I think one of them wields a weapon
Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin
Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin
Oh, ayy-oh-ah, ayy-oh-ee, ayy-yeah
Shoot my tongue if you want, lil’ mama
I can’t talk, 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 hello to
Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin
Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin
Oh, ayy-oh-ah, ayy-oh-ee, ayy-yeah
Say hello to
Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin
Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin
Oh, ayy-oh-ah, ayy-oh-ee, ayy-yeah
Nigga, please
I’ma leave you in sorrow
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 hello to
Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin
Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin
Oh, ayy-oh-ah, ayy-oh-ee, ayy-yeah
Hol’ up
She wrong, she wrong, she wrong, but she think she right
She gon’ cheat on her own and gon’ lose her life
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 come)
You wanna cheat, I got receipts from bunny riches (mmh)
Don’t make me squad up with your exes, ridin’ bareback
No, I’m not cappin’, watch me kickin’ the door with my .44
We not finna argue anymore, I brought the silencer, whoa, oh
Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin
Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin
Oh, ayy-oh-ah, ayy-oh-ee, ayy-yeah (say hello)
Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin
Smith & Westin, Smith & Westin
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
