Lyrics:
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so
boy, don't get me started
Still the MC, hit the target, you get bombarded yeah
Affect the minds, let the blind evaporate
Let me elaborate, oh no (it's
behavin like they are too good
There lived a little boy that was misled
By another little boy and this is what he said
Check it "Me and you kid we gonna
your pockets boy? I spent that on some paintball guns
Crash the party, in this bitch its crackin just like the limos was
You ain't gotta find me, bitch
is you shittin' me? (C'mon, man)
Will Smith, Nick Cannon, Insane Clown Posse
A retired Joe Budden, when I tell a lie stop me (stop me)
Machine Gun
friends shooting old friends
Wild gun firing
Damn, got to keep it everywhere I go
Street wars turn violent
Damn dog, why you want to kill me?
Now I see
the party
Like Whoa Versace
John West we busting guns but nigga we is childish
If I get tha ghost please sir hold the mileage
Aww don't hate upon your boy my
ones niggas
Never rat, never fold, niggas approach you bust your gun nigga
When I cry, I cry real tears
For all my niggas that died wish I could
hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherfuckers out
What's your name boy
Funky,
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands
a machine gun… incomprehensibly triggered it and, in one shocking instant, took the life of Imelde’s little boy.
[Once in Malmissole]
Narrator:
Call me Shaq
Flip a brick like a free throw
I was counted out
I came back like D rose
Ima wild boy
Machine gun no Steve
Bout to set it off in this
also don't beef with Slipknot like Machine Gun Kelly
We don't buy yachts from drug dealers
As they try to hit me from blind spots
But they did a foul
как у Machine Gun Kelly.
И стёба тут нет, детка, мы столько в огне,
Наше поколение, *ля, *ука, растет на траве.
Мой лучший друг - зачетный блант, а
motherfucker wanna test me
I'll send them shots like machine gun kelly
Let a motherfucker try and doubt me
I might just pull a ynw melly
You can catch me posted
Like, big bass bitch, uh
Yeah, big bass bitch, go (Machine Gun Kelly)
Please don't try and match my game
This isn't the lottery you
Can't scratch my name
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
a war
Today is the day I spit wild fire outta my mind
I'm starting to realize that they fed a lot of lies in between the lines
That's why I keep my guns
profiled
Until I switch up the styles on y’all wild
Boy I’m mean. Literally. Lyrically breaking your spline
When I’m getting down, you gonna bounce like
Machine, "Hello."
Rick Rock, "Rick Rock."
Machine, "Has a message for:"
Rick Rock, The Bay Area
Machine, "To accept the message press 1"
Ugh,
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
step on the scene
Hold on wait
My brothers count up the green
And plus I gotta carry my chips
Like I'm standing inside of a vending machine (Woop Woop)
Shows the dominance (Aye)
Over everyone (Aye)
I'm tryna get to number one
Y'all a water gun, I'm a machine gun kelly
The mind is an art of war like
tho
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
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