Lyrics:
thoughts under this beanie, man
No Beenie Man I'm a thinkin' man
And I've been thinkin', man, what you thinkin', man?
I'm thinkin' drive by, huh (drive
Hahaha, Hey (Hey, hey)
It's Machine Gun Kelly
(It's Machine Gun Kelly)
All you pussy motherfuckers better back up
Hanging and teaming and running
like a woman, slow and easy"
"Like this, old man?"
"No! A fool plays the blues like Machine Gun Kelly,
Five hundred notes to the bar,
And if you're
months pregnant
Bitch had to give me a baby, we named it Machine Gun Kelly
Now here's to LL, Big L and Dell
K-Solo, Treach and G Rap
DJ Polo, Tony D,
the scene like Machine Gun Kelly
Two to the head about four cross the belly
Steady givin' niggaz the runs
Fuckin' clam put your fists down and go for
No mercy has begun
Ladies and gentlemen
Machine Gun Kelly
This kid, I think he is a star
He's one of the best live performers I've ever seen
the God and gave him back his coke
Bitches yellin', Beenie Man swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, Dirty Tasha are tellin
But suddenly a chill came
[R. Kelly]
Hey, hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom
Hey hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom
[Repeat: x2]
What are we doing tonight baby?
'Bout
[R. Kelly]
Hey, hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom
Hey hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom
[Repeat: x2]
What are we doing tonight baby?
'Bout
through plastered, bloody smut
Machine Gun Preacher
How can he believe in God
Haunted by his father’s words
Unlearned his life of crime
His wife, a former
in here with the hell of us
Pop a bottle swallow all it, tommy gun I'm Belichuck
Kelly mix the beats, except for Kelly also me
18 and lethal with
that machine's tell me I'm drunk, man?
Somethin' wrong with that machine
That machine need a good fixin', man
That's what I think officer
No you know
that machine's tell me I'm drunk, man?
Somethin' wrong with that machine
That machine need a good fixin', man
That's what I think officer
No you know
and Machine Gun Kelly had a baby
And he like my brown eyes, fat thighs, no makeup
Always telling’ me that I’m his rock angel
I’m the goddess that he worship
In Da Club Lyrics
[R. Kelly]
Hey, hey, boom boom boom, hey hey, boom boom boom
Hey hey, boom boom boom, hey hey, boom boom boom
What are we doing
THE ARTILLERY MAN AND THE FIGHTING MACHINE
Journalist:
The hammering from the pit and the
pouding of guns grew louder
My fear rose at the sound
smelly
Big crib don't need a telly
I ride with them real goons with machine guns, don't need a Kelly
Talkin' shit but we turnt up too
Drunk as hell,
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
my guns
All my women
Ryc is chillin
Sorta like a villain
Surrounded by funky fresh n fly women
Some um is poolside, some um is swimmin
Some um
machine gun
Kelly
That bitch ain't ready for the smoke
Cause i'm dope
When i'm zooming in with the scope
Bitches walking on a thin line like tightrope
But i
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
fall back 'til I'm rich
Machine gun flow when I spit
Glue pack in my mattresses
Real man of that hat trick shit
2 bands in my hands
I feel sick, 4 mans
just a lil bit of new makaveli makaveli..Imma shoot my shots like machine gun kelly...
if I’m the beast you my beauty
If I’m a prince yo melady
If I’m
truck came with a machine gun
Im calling it Kelly
And She exploding when she bouncing all over me
Call her Betty
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