Reyna Roberts - He Gon' Be A Problem

He shoulda come with a warning label Caution tape with his name on it Leather boots, tattoos Like the Devil Walked up on my table Cigarette, out collecting halos Sometimes Angels they just wanna fall Lucky strike smoke from his lips Blowing me a kiss Hits a little different He gon' be a problem He knows that I want him Drinking gin looking like sin Yeah he makes me wanna make some bad decisions Hell he feels like Heaven He's the kind of shot I wanna take Drink him damn straight Straight of out the bottle (bottle) He gon' be a problem Problem 2am and the bar is closing Last call drunk on the way he's talkin Tennessee whiskey tipsy Thinkin I might Leave my bedroom open Welcome sign invite his eyes Vacancy, he can see my body all night He gon be a problem He knows that I want him Drinking gin looking like sin Yeah he makes me wanna make some bad decisions Hell he feels like Heaven He's the kind of shot I wanna take Drink him damn straight Straight of out the bottle (bottle) He gon' be a problem Problem Lips drippin honey Cause my mouth is full of it Sweet talk Bet he thought Danger wouldn't look like this In the morning he'll be praying for saving Cause Imma leave him Burning up Light him up With my southern heat Imma be a problem Yeah imma be a problem We gon' be a problem He knows that I want him Drinking gin looking like sin Yeah he makes me wanna make some bad decisions Hell he feels like Heaven He's the kind of shot I wanna take Drink him damn straight Straight of out the bottle (bottle) We gon be a problem (problem) Imma be a problem We gon be a problem Hey imma be a problem Problem He gon be a problem