Trigga Finga

Get over radio
My baby likes trigga finga
Her eyes are police cars
Lights are flashin'
Pull me over yeah
Heaven and hell
They go together well
Cheap lipstick, broken phone
My baby likes trigga finga
Don't you try the [runnin'] stuff
'Cause she'll come and she'll leave you pleadin' yeah
Heaven and hell
Go together well
Heaven and hell
Go together well
My heart is in her hands
And my number is
It's in her sweater
She keeps me sweeping sand
TV buzzin', somethin's comin' yeah