Lyrics:
father dumb
I saw a pic of her and couldn't tell if
He got a daughter or got a son
You never gotta run if you got a strap
My favorite gun I gave to AR
from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed
By eighteen to twenty year olds
With homicide being the leading cause
My pilot light has flickered out
You've knocked me off the hook
The person you are trying to reach
Is no longer here
I'm not really tall, dark
Enter the cypher with your lighter
L's are ready, prepare for another all-nighter
But keep a watch for the cops 'cause they rock Glocks
Comin'
the bush and just get to the point (slam)
You wanna be me, I know what you want
But you ain't gotta pull no publicity stunt (nah)
Live by the gun then you
the cards are on the table and
The bullets in the gun
She was sittin' on my lap
We still had shots to kill
When a man pulled up
Who owned the bar
In
ones
So I collect guns!
So step right through if you're down for the wrong move
Most crews are moved by my twelve gauge boom!
How can I love when I
place where the bombs are pacin'
Niggas call me Jason when the guns are chasin'
Might hit 'em with the TEC, yeah the foul is flagrant
You be on (?)
Are you living for life or are you living for death?
Are you living for life or are you living for death?
Are you living for life or are you living
And gun's on tour buses always belong to the rapper, uh
(Live by it you die by it)
My little man ride around strapped
Hunting for an OP he can catch
bust my gun
I bust my money gun gun
Roll the spliff up light it up
Back to back shots pouring Henny in my cup uh?
Whats the fun, if you ain't drinking by
(yes, ma'am)
(Son of a gun)
(Son of a gun)
You are such a romantic hero
The way you dress and look yourself over
(It's no wonder you would ponder
(yes, ma'am)
(Son of a gun)
(Son of a gun)
You are such a romantic hero
The way you dress and look yourself over
(It's no wonder you would ponder
MGK: What up guys, this is Machine Gun Kelly
In the city of fuckin' devils and angels
Here shooting my cover for Modeliste
Modeliste: We are excited
lookin' for a buzz to get hot
Now they comin' over to battle rap
What the fuck we look like, Love & Hip Hop?
(I got somethin' you gon' like...)
My new gun
Each day you kiss the risin' sun
When you live and die by the life we breathe
In the barrel of a loaded gun
Guns talk to me in my sleep at night
the gangstas go dumb
Keep a bad bitch naked like my waist with no gun
Uh, I'm for real, how are you?
Got street power, from the Watts Towers to Howard U
How
There are some on the streets
Gone living by the gun and beliefs
Some by notes of pianos
Played on and on you see
There are some on the streets
Gone
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put work in
You ain't mean to murk him
Your gun's a virgin
Streets are full of em
Read the bulletin
Accident
side?
Standin' strong as the waves roll over
When the nights are long
Longing for you to come home
All around, the wind blows
We would only hold
be fighting whom
For the soldiers lonely tomb
For the soldiers lonely tomb
Now opens as soon as the referee's gun starts to roar
Now opens as soon
and guns
Breathe
Spray guns, life results with you often times
[Tech N9ne]
Just sprayed by the Tech N9ne hand gun
Now I'm on the outrun
Flowin up
the gun and fired shots downstairs
Now they are sending him thoughts and prayers
Well, I have now been banned from the Shop Rite, but
It's okay cuz I won't
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