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If death comes for me tonight, girl I want you to know that I love you And no matter how tough I wouldn't dare Only to you I would reveal my tears So tell the police I ain't home tonight Messin' around with you is gonna get me life But when I look into your eyes You're worth that sacrafice If this is the kind of love That my mom used to warn me about I'm in trouble I'm in real big trouble If this is the kind of love That the old folks used to warn me about I'm in trouble I'm in real big trouble Someone please call 911 (Someone please call 911) Tell them I just been shot down And the bullet's, in my heart And it's piercin through my soul (piercin' through my soul) Feel my body gettin cold Somone please call 911 (Someone please call 911) The alleged assailaint, is five foot one And she shot me through my soul (And he shot me through my soul) Feel my body gettin cold Cause Imma till you You gon tell me Cash rules everything around me Dollar dollar bills yeah, Dollar dollar bills yeah, Singin dollar dollar bills yeah, dollar dollar bill yeah Cause Imma till you You gon tell me Cash rules everything around me Singin dollar dollar bills yeah, Dollar dollar bills yeah, Singin Dollar dollar bills yeah, dollar dollar bill yeah Someone please call 911 Tell them I just been shot down And the bullet's, in my heart And it's piercin through my soul Feel my body gettin cold Somone please call 911 (Someone please call 911) The alleged assailaint, is five foot one And she shot me through my soul (And he shot me through my soul) Feel my body gettin cold Someone please call 911 Tell them I just been shot down And the bullet's, in my heart And it's piercin through my soul Feel my body gettin cold
Writer(s): Wyclef Jean, Jerry Duplessis, Mary Brown, Katia Cadet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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