"45" lyrics
Country Night, Jake Banfield & Waka Flocka Flame Lyrics
She tore off in that '67 Bronco
Right now, she's probably halfway to Toronto
She said we'll never make it to tomorrow
So she took my heart and made it desperado
Oh
I'll take this heartbreak on the road
I'm driving through the night like a bat outta hell
I'm pushing ninety-nine, leaving nothing but shells
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
She lit herself in flames when she threw in a match
So I ain't gonna stop 'til she's way in the past
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy (Waka)
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy (Flocka)
Like a .45
Said you got my heart, but you led me to fire
Thought I burned, you gotta learn, I came out the flames (Flocka)
Maybe it's you and we gotta blame, heart cold, frozen like my chain
You the reason I'll never change, I'm still goin' hard in the paint
I'm driving through the night like a bat outta hell
I'm pushing ninety-nine, leaving nothing but shells
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
She lit herself in flames when she threw in a match
So I ain't gonna stop 'til she's way in the past
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
Like a .45
Flame
Flocka
I'm driving through the night like a bat outta hell
I'm pushing ninety-nine, leaving nothing but shells
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
She lit herself in flames when she threw in a match
So I ain't gonna stop 'til she's way in the past
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
Like a .45
Like a .45
Like a .45
Right now, she's probably halfway to Toronto
She said we'll never make it to tomorrow
So she took my heart and made it desperado
Oh
I'll take this heartbreak on the road
I'm driving through the night like a bat outta hell
I'm pushing ninety-nine, leaving nothing but shells
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
She lit herself in flames when she threw in a match
So I ain't gonna stop 'til she's way in the past
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy (Waka)
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy (Flocka)
Like a .45
Said you got my heart, but you led me to fire
Thought I burned, you gotta learn, I came out the flames (Flocka)
Maybe it's you and we gotta blame, heart cold, frozen like my chain
You the reason I'll never change, I'm still goin' hard in the paint
I'm driving through the night like a bat outta hell
I'm pushing ninety-nine, leaving nothing but shells
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
She lit herself in flames when she threw in a match
So I ain't gonna stop 'til she's way in the past
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
Like a .45
Flame
Flocka
I'm driving through the night like a bat outta hell
I'm pushing ninety-nine, leaving nothing but shells
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
She lit herself in flames when she threw in a match
So I ain't gonna stop 'til she's way in the past
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
I'm shot out like .45, .45, .45, ayy
Like a .45
Like a .45
Like a .45
