Lyrics:
With wicked Felina,
The girl that I loved.
So in anger I
Challenged his right for the love of this maiden.
Down went his hand for the gun that he
real, we gon' find it
Ion want yo love if that shit gone be on timers
Please don't leave me
No John Cena but you act like you don't see me
You with ya
weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't
[Common]
Yeah, one two..
Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what?
(You say you got
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
a four
Letter word like "fuck"
But what the fuck is love with no trust?
Everything is lit, we both see dollar signs
Everytime that we fuck
If she the gun
to fight for nothing
We can solve it all in one night
Love will pass you by
Chasing all that dough (They don't wanna love you my girl)
Love will pass you
night, or at home by yourself
But for me, I'd rather watch the British women swimming team
Than sit in a pinkish limousine on my way to a flippin' "Cream"
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
everything I do for real
Bitch I'm camouflage down
Put your camera phone down
If she got an ass and the girl a fan, it's going down
I'mma fuck you like
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
take the snacks out your cupboard
The name is Plex, you gon' love me, I still respect those above me I'm getting comfy, roll it up, smoke it while I'm
people
Running around with guns and knives and fighting and stealing and
All this, because he didn't know, he didn't know!
But he knew deep down in his
my mind
Im wondering if you really gon ride
If you really wanna be my side
When I say I love you
I swear I aint lyin
But girl ill ride for you
But
love you)
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green (harmony)
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (is you by my side)
All,
men
Trenches taught me different
I raised to have fun
But if niggas start trippin
Nigga Now I'm raised by the gun
You play with me or my brother
DROP DEAD
And I remember things, everything you said to me
I'll stay away from you, if you stay away from me
But I don't wanna lose you girl, you are
all my worries behind, take me back to the time
When everything seemed so right, when we made love in the heat of the night, back when we were young
up all of my guns
And I smoke by the pack this yo deadhomie runtz
Astral projection I'm faded as fuck
Off of the codeine make double cup love
European
rock steady grooves
In the middle of the night
Everything is heated up
And nobody's standing still
With my arm around my girl
And a hundred dollar bill
drink with her
Baby girl she so boujee
But she got some good coochie
Plus she love to roll play while we making a movie
Look I’m deep in my zone
I can’t
light
The danger will be waiting but for now it’s you and I
I gotta love like it’s my last day alive
Touch like it’s my last touch
She slips right through
check, checks
Niggas rocking checks
Nigga I got guns by the woah
By the flea collar, boy I'm at ya neck
We got funds yeah
God helped me change, we go up
stick in the mud will put
A gold bullet in the gun
Show you where red blood comes from
But that's not what you want, you want love
Where does that come
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