3x11 - Black Pistol Fire - Hipster Shakes (The Originals) | Текст песни

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• 3x11 - Black Pistol Fire
• Hipster Shakes (The Originals)

My baby talks so much she lose her mind,
Her violent hips and she knows how to treat me right
I don't worry and a pay no mind
Chugging gasoline and she know how to start a fire
Knee high, just a baby child
Little heart breaker, old enough to tow the line
A cheeky smile and her daddy's good looks
She grew up hard, stealin' hearts just like a crook

Roll me over time again, papa don't approve
I said roll me over, time again, papa don't approve about the way she walks

You better watch your man, before she steals him too.
You better watch your man, I won't be made a...

I've got mind to give ya talking to, turn me over cheek
Darling I ain't done wit you, c'mon sugar, won't you take my shot
Arms are folded across show me what you really got
Knee high, just a baby child

Little heart breaker, old enough to tow the line
A cheeky smile and her daddy's good looks
She grew up hard, stealin' hearts just like a rook

Roll me over time again, papa don't approve
I said roll me over, time again, papa don't approve about the way she walks

You better watch your man, before she steals him too.
You better watch your man, I won't be made a.

Hey mama the way you roll that cone, oh see you cuppin' and a rattlin' those bones
C'mon down and do the hipster shake, someone let me out my cage

You better watch your man, before she steals yours too.
You better watch your man, I won't be made a fool
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