Lyrics

In the club All my bad bitches Gotta gun to my tum gonna blast withya's Better run, when I come I'm a psycho Break in your house, take your spouse I'm a psycho Do it like Bonnie and Clyde Getaway driver waiting outside Throw the money in the back and I'm gone Call me Alcopone when I'm sitting on the throne This is what it sound like This is what it sound like This is what it sound like Oh oh oh oh Put your hands up This is what it sound like Put your hands up This is what it sound like Put your hands up This is what it sound like Oh oh oh oh Ran the train right off the track Now there ain't no turning back Imma bad girl Imma imma bad girl Imma bad girl Imma imma bad girl Flashing lights in my rear view I know I'm crazy but it's all for you Imma bad girl Imma imma bad girl Imma bad girl Imma imma Go ahead, squeeze your little hand gun You're gonna pay me all the cash for the ransom Better run, when I come I'm a psycho 50 round drum Go dumb I'm a psycho Do it like Bonnie and Clyde Getaway driver waiting outside Throw the money in the back and I'm gone Call me Alcopone when I'm sitting on the throne This is what it sound like This is what it sound like This is what it sound like Oh oh oh oh Put your hands up This is what it sound like Put your hands up This is what it sound like Put your hands up This is what it sound like Oh oh oh oh Ran the train right off the track Now there ain't no turning back Imma bad girl Imma imma bad girl Imma bad girl Imma imma bad girl Flashing lights in my rear view I know I'm crazy but it's all for you Imma bad girl Imma imma bad girl Imma bad girl Imma imma Put your hands up Put your hands up Put your hands Put your hands Put your hands up Imma bad girl Imma imma bad girl Put your hands up Put your hands up Put your hands Put your hands Put your hands up Imma bad girl Imma imma bad girl This is what it sound like This is what it sound like This is what it sound like Oh oh oh oh Put your hands up This is what it sound like Put your hands up This is what it sound like Put your hands up This is what it sound like Oh oh oh oh Ran the train right off the track Now there ain't no turning back Imma bad girl Imma imma bad girl Imma bad girl Imma imma bad girl Flashing lights in my rear view I know I'm crazy but it's all for you Imma bad girl Imma imma bad girl Imma bad girl Imma imma
Writer(s): Matthew Dear, David Shayman, Fedde Le Grand, Samuel Valenti Iv Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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