Brantley Gilbert

Brantley Gilbert - My Baby’s Guns N’ Roses

rate me

You got your hair down, it got this right back

Kissing on my neck, girl you gotta stop that

You want that fast line

Or you want that back seat,

Girl you gotta pick one you can’t expect me

To keep my hands to myself

She ain’t in the wine and dining

She's shootin' whiskey singing sweet child mine

Riding ninety five sitting shot gun pretty

Turning this town into paradise city

Run wide ass open just as fast as this thing goes

Boy give me some more,

She’s my little rock star, man she knows it

My baby’s gun n’ roses

She’s got a wild side

The troubles in her blood

Thinks I’m outlow, that’s double problem son

She likes to rock hard, she like sto kiss soft

Hot as a barrel on a twenty cage set on

Ain’t hard to please long as you gotta speed

She ain’t in the wine and dining

She's shootin' whiskey singing sweet child mine

Riding ninety five sitting shot gun pretty

Turning this town into paradise city

Run wide ass open just as fast as this things goes

Boy give me some more,

She’s my little rock star, man she knows it

My baby’s gun n’ roses

My baby’s gun n’ roses

Yes she’s dancing with the devil

In the cold November rain

But when she’s knocking on heaven’s doors

I can bet god will call her name

She ain’t in the wine and dining

She's shootin' whiskey singing sweet child mine

Riding ninety five sitting shot gun pretty

Turning this town into paradise city

Run wide as open just as fast as this things goes

Boy give me some more,

She’s my little rock star, man she knows it

My baby’s gun n’ roses

My baby’s gun n’ roses

My baby’s gun n’ roses

Thanks to Ashley for correcting these lyrics

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