Lyrics:
you don’t put yourself and your self-worth above the fame
They want the track and then they want the video
Where’s Machine Gun Kelly at ‘cause I want
Might need a mop clean ops out the blocko
Goner a Walmart gay machine gun kelly
How you a shrimp and you still got a belly
Talk like a brit
Clean job, never do you dirty
But you got dirty laundry
Wash your sins before me
Did they never ever tell you
You fuckin' with a machine
Son of a gun but
Последний день Помпеи
Я пока не умер как Machine Gun Kelly
Till I Die, в моей голове саботаж
Имперский марш, но цель воссоздать эрмитаж
(Boy!)
Я не выношу
Лезвие острее чем шелби
Как айфон у инста модели
Фронт кам, море, яхта, вид и селфи
VIP меган фокс и machine gun kelly
Я бро твой большой брат
808 на бас
body
Wake up Insecure of your belly
But I loved your belly
We watch good mourning and make fun of machine gun Kelly
I went to your graduation
But I won't
good condition, yeah
I call the shots, you wanna talk, you gotta ask permission, yeah
Like Machine Gun Kelly, the way I'm gonna rock out
You talkin' all
leaders and place your trust
As their lies wash you down and their promises rust
You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
And the public
Eldorado Biarritz for this wild acrobatic
And Earl's is red with shark-like fins
And that is where this little love tale begins
The rear view mirror
the entire glee club had died - no big
lossYou wouldn't believe what they brought to stopTear
gas, machine guns... even a chopper!
"Throw down your gun
fall slave to addiction
A girl needs a gun like a boy needs a girl
But crimes of the heart have no place in their world
Too wild to possess maverick
a sac of drugs
At the block sewn up
Cause I want to pack a gun
Do you feel me?
World do ya hear me?
Catch a risin' star
Fuck the love
Niggas
him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished
You took
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
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
Fuck the machine
I'm raging against the broke life
I love the cream
My sayings affect the coke price
My demons are devils to the
Things that I don't
when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
Barking of machine gun
when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
Barking of machine gun
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
[Intro (Chopper Talking)]
What's happenin'
this ya boy Chopper City, ya heard me
New Orleans
[1st Verse]
I'm from the dirty, but I stay so fresh, so
doink, doink
I got ninety-nine problems and the bi- ain't one
She's all ninety-nine of 'em I need a machine gun
I take 'em all out (all out), I hope you
seconds left in the game
The Dream team led by one
They knew if they could freeze the ball
The Jacksons would be done
Just then the four young Jackson boys
By my shit, I guess I got
Styles forever
I get crowds together
So let down your hair
and lets get wild
You better get
Down
I'm the tip of the tongue
truly get Off
Like boy why you tryin'
Nobody gives a fuck about all ya liein'
Decrease my bills, scare ya off with the iron
I know it a civic but it roar
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