[Verse 1: Ed Sheeran]
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
[Verse 2: Chris Stapleton]
Supernatural woman, supernatural freak
Don't know what you're doin', got me feelin' weak
Oh, 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
[Chorus: Chris Stapleton]
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
[Verse 3: Bruno Mars]
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
[Chorus: Bruno Mars]
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
[Guitar Solo: Bruno Mars]
[Chorus: Ed Sheeran]
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
(feat. Chris Stapleton & Bruno Mars) [Verse 1: Ed Sheeran] 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 [Verse 2: Chris Stapleton] Supernatural woman, supernatural freak Don't know what you're doin', got me feelin' weak Oh, 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 [Chorus: Chris Stapleton] 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 [Verse 3: Bruno Mars] 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 [Chorus: Bruno Mars] 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 [Guitar Solo: Bruno Mars] [Chorus: Ed Sheeran] 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 Explain Request ×
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