Letras
[Verse 1]
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
[PreChorus]
Lucky Strike smoke from his lips, blowing me a kiss
Hits a little different
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
Straight of out the bottle, bottle
He gon' be a problem, problem
[Verse 2]
2 a.m. and the bar is closing
Last call, drunk on the way he's talking
Tennessee whiskey tipsy, thinking I might leave my bedroom open
Welcome sign, invite his eyes
Vacancy, he can see my body all night
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
Straight of out the bottle, bottle
He gon' be a problem, problem
[Bridge]
Lips dripping 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 I'ma leave him
Burning up, light him up with my southern heat
I'ma be a problem
Yeah, I'ma be a problem
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
I'ma be a problem
We gon' be a problem
Hey, I'ma be a problem
Problem
He gon' be a problem
Written by: Danny Myrick, Reigna Roberts
