BLOW (with Chris Stapleton & Bruno Mars)

I'm feelin' like a bullet, jumpin' out a gun
I'm feelin' like a winner, I feel like the one
You're doing somethin' to me, you're doing somethin' strange
Well, jump back, talk to me, woman
You make me wanna make a baby, baby, uh

Supernatural woman, supernatural freak
Don't know what you're doin', got me feelin' weak
Oh-oh-ooh, I wanna call you fever, baby
You can set a fire on me
Hot damn, pop it like a pistol, mama
You got me down on my knees, begging

Please, I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you, yeah
Locked, loaded, shoot my shot tonight
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind

You red leather rocket, you little foxy queen
Everybody's watching, pretty little thing
Baby, tell me, what's your fantasy?
Come closer, let's talk about it
You want white lines in a limousine
Whipped cream, and everything in between, yeah

I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you, yeah
Locked, loaded, shoot my shot tonight
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind
I'm comin', baby

I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you, yeah
Locked, loaded, shoot my shot tonight
I'm comin', baby
I'm gunnin' for you
Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind (aow!)



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Alvin Stapleton, Frank Rogers, Bard Mcnamee, Greg Mckee, Edward Christopher Sheeran, Jt Cure, Bruno Mars, Christopher Steven Brown
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