Lyrics:
obey the law
Or them chumps in House of Lords
I got straps, i got swords, barb wire 4 by 4s
F*** the Pigs, my g just respect this
Even after my long
Ouu woah
Oh
Ouu woah
Ouu woah
Oh
Casamigos in my cup got me moving slow-mo
By the way this bitch give head should have knew she was a hoe
I was
or without it
I had to shake the spot cause the game got crowded
I'm devoted and quote it, I'm rowdy and bout it
A No Limit Soldier, and happy to shout it
I'm a woman so I don't have real bars
I'm a rock artist by far
Yet I'm painted a rising pop star
Who raps cause it's cute, when I'm a scar
Yes do
You need help and boy it’s urgent
I’m a monster like a serpent
Imma kill you right now
And make sure you 'gon die a virgin
Selling albums like
on
Y'all are wrong
I'm not off to start a war with T-1000
Bout to shout in a crowded live house and louden my rap
The doubters be drowning in my saliva
And I ain't leavin' the house
Without that in my hand
And it ain't only the cops
It's niggas on your block
That talk like a lil' bitch and
Act like they
a love for freedom often seen
Struck by a vision from a dream
Looking for answers in a crowded house
Desperately trying every door
You seize the moment
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house, there's
Something super liminal at minimal
I'm maximum but minimize the miniscule
Serious as cereal that's been dripped
On by the milky way
My color is my complex so
multitasking
We drop concepts that captivate and grab ‘em
By the time you lay one verse
We recorded a whole album
Two or three projects, man
That’s a week’s
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
sheet
By this microphone, by this microphone
I think the rock 'n roll girls
In this world want apologies, want apologies
I read this stuff, but
MAN y'all MUST GOT ME CONFUSE I TAKE NIGGAZ BY TWO I BREAK NIGGAZ IN TWO MAN y'all FAKE NIGGAZ IS through I HEAR YA ALBUM IS POO I'm JUS TELLIN DA TRUTH
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
cannot erase
Take copy and paste
Penning these verses and eight
The penmanship I exude is of dystopian taste
Characterized by world issues full
Of drama
in.
Prisons labor, third world slave shock comparisons.
Till we kidnapped the whole fucking garison.
Yeah, poverty makes people to wreckless things,
but
try to make sense of the world
Despite fear
All being is being-towards-death
Don't leave your house, not safe
Avoid a crowded place
But remember to pay
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
third worlds next to it
But nigga we good but we'll be even better
With thirty girls next to us
Yeah, the White House had a trap next to it
Yeah nigga
countries last year
I could not perform in the
One that mattered most to
Me and when my song "Wavin'
Flag" became the theme
Song for the World Cup that year
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