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letra de silent gun - tiffany villarreal

[verse 1: sheek louch]
yeah, d-block
listen, ma, sheek louch ain’t with the riff
straight thug, i’m hearin’ that you like that, tiff
he act up like busta, i stay with spliff
trynna push the door open, i forgot that they lift
holla back if you trynna see the hood
and not from a double decker bus; with me, you good
we can fly up the block on my bike real fast
while you singing in my ear wit’ your s-xy ass

[verse 2: tiffany villarreal]
when i hopped on his ride
we singin’ down the highway
we hit the 405
we were switchin’ through every lane
it’s k!lling me, this secret crush
when i think of us
’cause you are so mysterious, yeah
see when you call my name
you make me feel like i’m so weak inside
and when you’re touching me
you make me feel like i’m just hypnotized
it’s k!lling me

[chorus]
you’re like a silent gun (i bet all the girls wanna know your name)
gun (the coldest dude just ready to bang)
gun (something ’bout you that’s got me drawn)
gun (’cause boy you’re like a silent gun, a silent gun)
[verse 3: tiffany villarreal]
when i looked in his eyes
it’s like speedin’ on a one way
just show me a sign
you can have your right of way
boy, it’s ’bout to drive me nuts
it’s crazy ’cause
’cause i am so so curious
i hope he’s wanting me
i can’t lie, i’m ’bout to lose control
i swear he’s captured me
i wonder, wonder if he even knows, it’s k!lling me

[chorus]
you’re like a silent gun (i bet all the girls wanna know your name)
gun (the coldest dude just ready to bang)
gun (there’s something ’bout you that’s got me drawn)
gun (’cause boy you’re like a silent gun)

[verse 4: sheek louch]
see shorty checkin’ me out, peepin’ my game
hat low, ax on the frames, what’s my name
rolling dice by the cornerstore
g’s on the floor
we all packin’ like we leaving the tour
black 7-4-5, scuffed up timbs
23s, i could sit on the lip of my rims
i could act like i don’t see her
but it’s kinda hard ’cause shorty body is mamma mia
d-block to the fullest baby, straight thug
i’ma see if your stilettos could hold a 380
but i’m trying not to corrupt this innocent child
but she’s grown and she lookin’ like she ready to wild
should i pick her up and put her on the back of my bike?
cops chasing us and all that, is that what you like?
if so, let me know, sheek louch is with it
i be in the hood, this money, i’m trynna get it
[bridge]
i say, you, you are such a bad, bad boy (you are such a bad, bad boy)
i say, i, wanna be your naughty girl (wanna be your naughty girl, yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
you’re like a silent gun (i bet all the girls wanna know your name)
gun (the coldest dude just ready to bang)
gun (got something ’bout you that’s got me drawn)
gun (’cause boy you’re like a silent gun, a silent gun)
you’re like a silent gun (something ’bout you)
gun
gun (something ’bout you babe, something ’bout you, babe)
gun

[outro]
you’re like a shadow in the night
you work so swiftly, but outta sight
when i’m not looking, i bet you’re watching me
well if i’m your target, then come after me

- tiffany villarreal

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