Lyrics Salma Hayek - WARGASM (UK)

Salma Hayek

Coming in with all the subtlety of
A pack of wild dogs
Every time we open our mouths
(Gunshots, gunshots, gunshots, gun)
We keep your conscience in line
With those dirty dirty thoughts
But if we put our money where our mouth is
Would we be able to talk
Talk me down
I’ll come around in the morning
You say it’s messed up when I act this way
But I like it
Embrace decay
Embrace decay
Embrace decay
Embrace decay
Embrace decay
Embrace decay
Embrace decay
Embrace decay
You got your snake wrappd round my neck
Just like I’m Salma Hayek
All thse boys are choking
Gotta give it to them cardiac