Belladona
Kenia OS
Belladona
My love, baby, uh, la-la
Running again down the 101
If love kills you, I’m a criminal
I got a .45 in the glovebox, I’m the Belladona
She said she was an accountant, worked on Wall Street in New York (mm)
About five foot something, plus she was a real control freak (uh-huh)
She asked about Ronny, about Diego, about John
I said: Oh! You want, baby, a hot tub soak?
And accidentally dropped the hairdryer in the tub
My love, baby, uh, la-la
Running again down the 101
If love kills you, I’m a criminal
I got a .45 in the glovebox, I’m the Belladona
At the bar, I met Tomás, and he was drinking way too much
Mm, he had no problem, but drunk, he hit on my cousin
My mom always told me: Out of sight, out of mind
That’s why I closed my eyes when he closed them for good
Fernando Vicente? (Stop, the cowboy fuckboy!)
Who’s that with?
No, the stud (ah!)
Ah, haha, anyways
The sex was wild, uh
But the bastard wanted to ride them all (agh)
I don’t think I was the first, but
I was his final destination (muah)
My love, baby, uh, la-la (uh, la-la)
Running again down the 101 (101)
If love kills you, I’m a criminal (criminal)
I got a .45 in the glovebox, I’m the Belladona
My love, baby, uh, la-la
Running again down the 101
If love kills you, I’m a criminal (ah-ah-ah)
I got a .45 in the glovebox, I’m the Belladona
What a danger it is to love
The heart as an enemy is a double-edged sword
It cuts deeper when it’s broken
If it wasn’t yours, baby, it’s gonna be mine
My love, baby, uh, la-la
Running again down the 101 (101)
If love kills you, I’m a criminal
I got a .45 in the glovebox, I’m the Belladona
The Belladona
The Belladona
I got the .45 in the glovebox
Mm, haha
K Os
Haha
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