Lyrics:
[R. Kelly]
Up in the club still poppin' the Cris'
Still back it up whenever I talk shit
Man I'm worth about a billion but I'm still hood rich
Still
to have a little bit of fun or it would get dull
My tongue's like a machine gun
Don't call me Kelly, man's a fool
Man's a fool
Man's a fool
Me and rap
her man
You need a keys to a Beamer
Like I'm Beenie Man
You see me man, I'm a handsome boy
I make a brawl on my car lot dance it more
I be glances
and leave her man
You need a keys to a Beamer
Like I'm Beenie Man
You see me man, I'm a handsome boy
I make a brawl on my car lot dance it more
I be glances
the bad belle people getting jelly
I'ma Killshot like Machine Gun Kelly
I'm gon be stacking up money in hundreds
If you don't like it Come and fight me
I'm
Siegerlächeln, so wie DJ Khaled
Bring' mir Croutons zu meinem Caesar Salad
Und zwar schnell, so wie Machine Gun Kelly
Denn jeden Monat wird die
machine gun kelly
Rest in peace 2pac, aka makaveli
He run the chamber for danger, can't understand why these strangers
Wanna ride with us killas, but they
an di one Capleton
Di Wild Apache an di one Ninja Man
Den, big up di Killer an di one Beenie Man
King Yellowman, Burru, Buju Banton
Early B, Nachilus
on him but he saw me
And he grabbed me, so I kicked his knee
He didn't like that, not one bit
He grabbed R Kelly's gun and shot me with it
I played dead,
young nigga
Gotta get it out the mud by myself nigga
I ain't never had a father when I needed Guidance
So these Trap Niggas raise me off the guns
young nigga
Gotta get it out the mud by myself nigga
I ain't never had a father when I needed Guidance
So these Trap Niggas raise me off the guns
Ahh, ey, there's a fire church
Brbrbrbrbrda
Eh, Machine Gun Kelly and Slim Shady
Got me wantin' to fuck shit up
And make a country rap, baby
So, let
Sudan on it (woo)
I might shoot a gun at you by my fan homie
Not playin' got a band
With saran on it, and
Stayed down with me and my man homie ,
Machine Gun Kelly
Fuck it I'm coming
These rap dudes ain't bout nothing
They corny so boring
How the fuck these bitches touring
Now I'm hating
Cuz they made
baby?
Kelo, what's poppin' baby?
Kelo, what's poppin' baby? Slim G'z
(Hey) Dub-O, Machine Gun Kells
(It's ya boy GRAMZUNKUT, man
Repping that level thugs
need the bands
They see the white boy coming up by Cleveland man
Like Machine Gun Kelly I just need my fans
Grew up in the wick I don’t need a hand
Put
Locked frequencies
Man and machine
Man and machine
Man and machine
Stand by for titan fall
Can you believe what your eyes just saw
Summoning the mighty
fam needs p's and their block is bacant
Look, vicious the way i rap
They don't like my flows I'm steady
No machine gun, i want me a kelly to hmm
Break
"You know we got em
Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery
We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
Boss, Black Wall Street
I'm in that
"You know we got em
Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery
We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
Boss, Black Wall Street
I'm in that
man
Out here hunting Down my demons
Like I'm scooby doo ay
Mystery machine I skrrt
That's that blue coup
And Velma got the fatty
I'm smokin up with
Okay, Imma shake it up, now the people got a taste of us,
Soon as we hit up the scene we did the Machine Gun Kelly, laced it up.
Fasten on it with
space truckin'
Come on, come on, come on
The fireball that rode was moving
But now we've got a new machine
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, a freak said
Man
a stun gun
But I don’t need a machine
Its fact
Im with the realist team
No cap
only spitting on beats
that slap
say what u want don’t hold it
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