This tune is called Rihanna’s gun! Cris Cab We’re the best! lock the exits You have just to wake in the sleeping giants wanna talk to the…
Cris Cab: When a woman’s fed up, your car gets key'd up she'll call 911, and police they show up They don’t need no reason, to put you in prison She gives the order … I used to hold you in my arms, Now you’re holding me at arms Ticky, ticky, tock, turn.. the alarm. Yeah, there’s a riot in the bedroom And I don’t know if I’mma make it alive or in the tomb She shoot me one time, she shoot me two times She shoot me three times, she shoot me four times And it felt like i been hit by Rihanna’s gun! Oh, one time Oh, two times Oh, three times Oh, four times And I never got the chance to apologize!
Chorus: So baby girl, these are the roses I picked them from your garden I’m begging for your pardon Please take me back in the morning! Oh, these are the roses I picked them from your garden I’m begging for your pardon Please take me back in the morning!
She was talking, and talking, and talking, and talking, and talking to my heart I know she was up to something when I saw her in the dark Her hand was on the burner, and my things were in the yard My head, my shoes, my clothes, and my nylon string guitar I told her that I loved her, but I guess it’s not enough She sliced up my tires, so I had to take the bus I never would admit it, so she told me we were done she said she found a paper with Stacy’s number on the front. She shoot me one time, she shoot me two times She shoot me three times, she shoot me four times And it felt like i been hit by Rihanna’s gun!! Oh, one time Oh, two times Oh, three times Oh, four times And I never got the chance to apologize!
Chorus: So baby girl, these are the roses I picked them from your garden I’m begging for your pardon Please take me back in the morning! Oh, these are the roses I picked them from your garden I’m begging for your pardon Please take me back in the morning!
Mavado: Gyal how could you ever do me this, when you did shoot Make you never did miss? sweet words from you damn pretty lips and you shoot up the benz and take way me drist you nuh see the gully life at stake from you sleep in a bed with the snake get carried away by the sexy shape and me drop asleep and wake
she captured me without a fight well baby girl its quite alright they say two wrongs dont make it right she say why you carry roses to a gun fight and suddenly, i went outa sight
Chorus: No guns, but roses, I picked them from your garden I’m begging for your pardon Please take me back in the morning! Oh, these are the roses I picked them from your garden I’m begging for your pardon Please take me back in the morning! Rihanna’s gun!