Brantley Gilbert - My Baby’s Guns N’ Roses lyrics

You got your hair down. I got this top back. Kissin' on my neck. Girl you gotta stop that. Do you want that fast lane? Do you want that back seat? Girl you gotta pick one. You cant expect me to keep my hands to myself. She ain't into wine and dinin. She's shooting whiskey singing sweet child of mine, man. Ridin 95 sittin' shot gun pretty, turning this town in paradise city. Runnin' wide a** open. Just as fast as thing goes, boy, Give me some more. She's my little rock star, man she knows it. My baby's Guns N' Roses. She's got a wild side. That trouble's in her blood. Thinks I'm an outlaw. That's double trouble son. She likes to rock hard. She likes to kiss soft. Hot as a barrel on a 12 gauge sawed off. Ain't hard to please, long as you got speed. She ain't into wine and dinin'. She's shooting whiskey singing sweet child of mine, man. Ridin' 95 sittin' shot gun pretty. Turnin' this town in paradise city. Runnin' wide a** open. Just as fast as thing goes, boy, Give me some more. She's my little rock star, man she knows it. My baby's Guns N' Roses. Yeah she's dancin' with the devil, in the cold november rain. When she's knockin on heavens door, son, you bet God'll call her name. She ain't into wine and dinin. She's shooting whiskey singing sweet child of mine, man. Ridin' 95 sittin' shot gun pretty. Turnin' this town in paradise city. Runnin' wide a** open. Just as fast as thing goes, boy, Give me some more. She's my little rock star, man she knows it. My baby's Guns N' Roses.