Weapon - Rotimi, Fireboy Dml

Girl, I swear your sex is a weapon

And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang

Yeah, I swear your sex is a weapon

And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang

Shot to my head, blow to my heart

Left me for dead, then you took off

Girl, you use your sex like a weapon

And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang

Man down, man down, oh, yeah

Another round, another round in the clip

One shot, point blank, you don’t miss

Shooter, body bang-bang

Confessions of a killer

Murder she wrote

She no come for real love (Shotta)

But she love taking souls

Girl, I swear your sex is a weapon

And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang

Yeah, I swear your sex is a weapon

And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang

Shot to my head, blow to my heart

Left me for dead, then you took off

Girl, you use your sex like a weapon

And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang

Man down, man down, oh, yeah

Another round, another round in the clip

One shot, point blank, you don’t miss

Shooter, body bang-bang

back on the

, see the way you move and turn around, oh

Make a brother, come unannounced, oh

Shooter, she carry bazooka

I might get you put out, see the way you do, how

Body from Kalakuta, face from Sudan

She a shooter, body bang-bang

Girl, I swear your sex is a weapon

And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang

Yeah, I swear your sex is a weapon

And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang

Shot to my head, blow to my heart

Left me for dead, then you took off

Girl, you use your sex like a weapon

And, yeah, you are a shooter, body bang-bang

Man down, man down, oh, yeah

Shooter, body bang-bang

Man down, man down, oh, yeah

Shooter, body bang-bang

Shooter

Man down, man down, oh, yeah

Shooter, body bang-bang