This tune is called Rihanna¡¯s Gun!
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Cris Cab
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We¡¯re the best!
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Rock that¡¦
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You have just to wake in the sleep¡¦
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wanna talk to the girls then
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When a woman¡¯s fed up, your car gets keyed up
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You call 911, and police they show up
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They don¡¯t need no reason, to put you in prison
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She gives the order ...
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I used to hold you in my arms,
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Now you¡¯re holding me an arm
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Tick, tick, tack, turn the starting the alarm.
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Yeah, there¡¯s a riot in the bedroom
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And I don¡¯t know if I¡¯mma make ¡¦
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She shoot me one time, she shoot me two times
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She shoot me three times, she shoot me four times
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And then¡¦ Rihanna¡¯s gun!
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Oh, one time
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Oh, two times
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Oh, three times
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Oh, four times
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And I never got the chance to apologize!
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Chorus:
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So baby girl, these are two roses
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I picked them from your garden
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I¡¯m begging for your pardon
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Please take me back in the morning!
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Oh, these are the roses
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I picked them from your garden
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I¡¯m begging for your pardon
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Please take me back in the morning!
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She was talking, and talking, and talking to my heart
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I know she was up to something when I saw her in the dark
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Her hand was on the burner, and my things were in the yard
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My head, my shoes, my clothes, and my yellow string guitar
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I told her that I loved her, but I guess it¡¯s not enough
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She sliced up my tires, so I had to take the bus
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I never would admit it, so she told me we were done
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she said she found a paper with Stacy¡¯s number on the front.
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She shoot me one time, she shoot me two times
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She shoot me three times, she shoot me four times
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And then... Rihanna¡¯s gun!
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Oh, one time
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Oh, two times
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Oh, three times
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Oh, four times
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And I never got the chance to apologize!
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Chorus:
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So baby girl, these are two roses
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I picked them from your garden
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I¡¯m begging for your pardon
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Please take me back in the morning!
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Oh, these are the roses
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I picked them from your garden
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I¡¯m begging for your pardon
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Please take me back in the morning!
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¡¦
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She kept to me, without a fight
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But baby girl, it¡¯s quite all right
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They say two wrongs don¡¯t make it right
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She say why you carry roses to ¡¦ fights.
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But suddenly, I was out of size!
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Chorus:
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No guns, but roses,
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I picked them from your garden
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I¡¯m begging for your pardon
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Please take me back in the morning!
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Oh, these are the roses
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I picked them from your garden
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I¡¯m begging for your pardon
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Please take me back in the morning!
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Rihanna¡¯s gun!
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Rihanna's Gun
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| Cris Cab |
