Lyrics:
hot
(Im fucking hot, lit, cant touch this, no reason am o I don tell you)
[Hook]
Uhn! Tupac is back, Uhn! Sit back relax, enjoy the snack from my pack,
and nick ct
club chocolate, hersey
by the tap, yep the blue flame
magic city lets get it man
play wit these striaght hit man
do it how you wanna, imma
Oh! Tell ya I got so disgusted now
Yeah
Said I'll go back home and sleep some more
Now that seem like the right thing to do
But by
the champion sound (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Yugh! It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho
I'm red leather,
No ifs, buts, maybes
I'm in this daily
You're my, my day one
Yep yep, she been falling
I can tell by the way that she been calling
And all her exes,
I smoke bombs and rock with lynyrd skynyrd
No beginners here I'm a seasoned vet
Educated on jazz by my man amed
Heard again my friend I been the world
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
off the scene
If you come between by any means
The code to my structure that I'm presenting
Cool guy but smoke you like a pack if you tweaking
Like nah
and I'm lyin'. (don't touch me)
[00:33.94]Don't name it hair, that's the mane 'cause I'm a lion. (rrrrr)
[00:37.40]Never look back but look how you're
the open locker goons
I found a needle in the hay stack (hay stack)
Put boy in to flood the streets n got my weight back
Now I'm known around day
I'm gone
"He high," yep, I'm three-high
I'm just schoolin' these fucks like DeVry
College institution, finals and confusion
Stop with your excuses,
Weezy (what up, pop? What up, pop?)
Fuck what they heard, it's what they need to know, nigga
(They sayin', C-A-R-T-E-R, yep)
Ya feel me, hey
Weezy (what up, pop? What up, pop?)
Fuck what they heard, it's what they need to know, nigga
(They saying C-A-R-T-E-R, yep)
Ya feel me, hey nigga,
lights
But Cuervo's got my back and so does Johnny
Down by Biscayne
Even when I'm sad
I'm the best kind of sad that I can be
And if the skies are gray
Phone off can't reach me
Money got em all spoiled
Wanna milk me dry but I spring back like a coil
They thought I was side lined by my injuries (Naw)
the rap bus
I ride the rap bus man driven by gus
He got stops by us man
He picks us up every day man
He tells us hey hey hey
When he puts us in the back
He
Enjoying more than a bang bang skeet you skeet you
So by the end of the night or the next day
You gon text me to tell me when I text say, I say
Ayeee I'm in
let her dance cause I'm handsome
Girl you stole heart for ransom
Girl you got my heart for ransom
Girl you got my heart
Got my heart
Yep
My heart
like lunatic rules
I'm hangin' wit the dudes that done it, don't even stunt it
You cats stay in the back doin' too much frontin'
See you hate us like
Trini-T
Yep Yep Baby Boy Baby Girl Thats me
Rhetoric is your tone ten seconds Im gone
Im Gone
Put That Base Down Add That High Hat
When Di Snare Drop You
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
a match
Take it back, like the Sega
I'm breakin' backs
I make raps so amazing, you pay to jack
My team make tracks on the regular (Yeah)
Big Macs, so we
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