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Jump the gun
Call your bluff
Break the mold
A diamond in the rough
Ran the floor
Grabbed a rock
Spot it up
Shot the shot
Go pet Sam
Said, "get off me"
Kelly was a blackjack dealer living on the Gulf of Mexico
Kelly had a taste for guns and pills; he was looking for a mark to roll
Sarah was a Kappa
I live and die by the hot and cold in strangers' eyes
But danger lies behind the tape across my door
I know a place where angels lace the lemonade
out how
Dressed in silk, Latin lace and envy
Pride and joy of the latest penny faire
Pretty passing care
Hair today now dipped in the water
Making
machine

The type of kisses
Where teeth collide
When she laughs the heavens hum a stun gun lullaby

Those twinkling vixens
With a shining spiral eyes
been ignored"
"I, I like the, the feeling of, of the machine gun in my hands"
(Aaahhh.)
"you know, I, I
 like the, the feeling of, of the machine gun
he'll be back again

Tell the truth and damn the lies
Crushed by the fortune's famous eyes
Driving in a golden car
Bigger than America

Loadin' up an'
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
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
to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club

[R. Kelly]
Now we about to show ya
do in style
You got your leather, la-lace, long and lean
Ballistic a lipstick dream machine
(Oh, whoa)
You got to do it (oh, whoa)
do it, do it (oh,
the street by sundown
Step into your last goodbye
You're a target just by living
Twenty dollars will make you die

I wear lace
And I wear black leather
the street by sundown
Step into your last goodbye
You're a target just by living
Twenty dollars will make you die

I wear lace
And I wear black leather
"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
the non-believers"

Bounce, it's the new 12 play
Bounce though the pussy like L-way
Bounce, I wanna see your tail shake
Bounce when you hear are Kelly say
will

This is the final mark
Help me up, then drag me down
Smell it, the air of evil
The air of evil

[ref.]
I am gun
Suicidal pain-machine
and do a show
You would get to see everybody from miles come running
Yelling for Machine Gun Kelly
And Tech N9ne and Twista get it in better bring
Hey!

Inch by inch, mile by mile, what I do I do in style
You got your leather, la-lace, long and lean
Ballistic (a) lipstick dream machine
(oh)
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
They attacked us. They wiped us out.
      Journalist: Machines?
      Artilleryman: Fighting machines, picking up men and bashing them against trees.
lit up by the coke machine

There's jump rope for the younger ones
And those who work and play with guns
One is working on his right
To kill
You got your leather, lace, long and lean
Ballistic a lipstick dream machine

You got to do it!
Ah, do it, do it!
Hey, c'mon and do it!

You know
gone

The machine guns are roaring, the prophecy rocks
Avenge nailing time-bombs to the hands of the flock
Call me any name you like, I will never
"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
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