Lyrics:
to the cheese, stay out my business trick
I told them crackas work a 9-5, no ian hit no lick
He sayin that I ran down in his home, I don't know how to blitz
Ion
When I look over and his shirt is off
I'm like you gon fry and like
"No I wont, I'm black stupid
Black people they got melatonin
In their skin, we
stress got me losing my hair too
Lets release, get live on the track
Got my baby in the whip, she could ride on my lap
Put that one finger up mommy, guzzle
gravitate over the masses
He likes a song with a snap or a hand clap
He don't got a dance thus he don't have a chance
I got some heat in my latest plan
We
Ain't gon' play with 'em
My contents done changed up, so them twelve year olds need a young sheperd
Looked at Santino right in his eyes
He broked out
molded by maturity
He stumbles and falls down the halls in his brain
Till he relives the pain of insecurity
Most think a king has no hardships
How naive
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
The shot is slow pan, monitor guffawing
Flooded p.d. blotter under horizontal coffee
More to follow, outside tweakers are in love
Teeny Raquel Welch
one Friday on the side of the road in L.A.
My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego"
"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple days
I'm gonna
the saddle, her cowboy was ridin' in fast;
She ran to meet him, to kiss and to greet him
He saw her and motioned her back, with a wave of his hand
Bullets were
kaunsa bantai he woh jo lata har ek beat par flow jo lagta hai ghaatak (Brrrr)
Citimall sirf banate hai banger kya laga kaise pahuche hai hum yaha tak
"This is it, remember, the front room". Then he gritted his teeth and
Sneered at me one more time and cocked an attitude before turning
Away into
of the middle..contemplate..
Seven golden candlesticks..gat a pure golden frame..
Walking in the midst of them..walking he's not lame..
Nails up on his feet..all the people
Soldier soldier by Spear of Destiny
Fighting in the rubble of Berlin
Soldier falls in love with the Frulein
Trading whiskey, food and nylons
Do
forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real
Yo, I got niggas in
the hand I shoot it different from the one I wave hello
That's a contrast, my stash ain't large enough to hide
So I got it all on me next to this thumper by
I know your baby never hurt nobody
But he got his ass smoked at that Mustard party
Og Blood, everybody know me when I came in with the little
these spineless ideas
Call me in time and I might change your life (haaa)
Shaved spears thrown in bushes to kill thieves at night
White lies by dark skin
even more by polices
How'd he get the cash the day his father passed away
Left him with a little something sixteen he was stunting
Al B Sure nigga with
born
I'm just another middle finger raised by the lord
Hood rich mahlalela but no drug lord
Kasi lonke must know he's been a bhari
Now like a corrupt
to be grabbed by the hair after a passionate stare, then have him tear it off till I'm bare while he bends me over his Herman Miller office chair! Me too!
the store?), double parked and got a ticket
By a midget on a pony, I called him shorty
He started twitchin, fingers clickin
While he's bitchin, and I snapped
they'll be no more fast times
Just his weak mind scrolled out like a bad sign
He never had enough and got confused when they asked why
Life is only a moment
I remember how I got started with you
It had to be watching The Color Purple
One time while I was still in high school
I was fascinated by the scene
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