Lyrics:
the house
And you gon' have to pay me homie, I'm not leavin' this couch
Baby it's cold outside, we just sittin' by the fire
While the little duns is playing
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
Light a match and throw it at the fuse
Run away and hope I can get a view
I remember how beautiful it was
Blindfold on I can drive to her old house
album dropping with a reality show
Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven"
No one gives a shit except
the car house and the smoke, with the dope money (c'mon)
All my niggas that died, over dope money (let's go)
Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas
Yo, I bought that album man, it's wack man
I'm tellin you, I don't like it
I'ma be honest man
Honest?
I'm dead up, I'm serious
Serious?
I don't
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
crowded
back up chump better give me ten pases
gonna let you know who's runnin' this stage
it's Kid a dope crowd pleaser
been dancin' since my hightop
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
know why you a dog
Know I'm coming for the crown (yuh)
Drop an album, kids want to party
Get them niggas out my house (out)
This is Hidden Hills, how
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
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
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
Yeah so I just
I just wanna make an album
Like a- a sound album
Of my families life through politics and sound and
I just wanna- I just wanna show
When I was in that jungle we was toting all sticks
You talking beef I'm getting cars flipped
Have a nigga screaming out ooh awe shit
The album coming
the mastermind behind you, manipulating you(U)
It's a fair game, You have to play by the rule, reallly yeah?(Oh oh)
I said so much about this song(Uh uh)
The album
the mastermind behind you, manipulating you(U)
It's a fair game, You have to play by the rule, reallly yeah?(Oh oh)
I said so much about this song(Uh uh)
The album
Daddy stood back and scratched his head,
puzzled by the question that she had.
Yes he did. He took a little black Bible in his hand,
began to read
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
and the tongues of men
Wasn't any difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
House on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
the tongues of angels and the tongues of men, wasn't any
Difference to me
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade, house on fire, debts unpaid
Gonna stand
all in your face
Like sneakers you can get laced, trying to run up in my place
Had a stash house, had a crack house man
Had about a couple safes
Is that
My momma wombed me
Dondas house roomed me
Che & Donnie groomed me
Chicago balooned me
Jeff kooned me
Built for Cuban links
Columbia cocooned me
Kumba
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