Lyrics:
the M-I-K-E, ooh, to the D
I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.p.
Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree
Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G
Two G's got
rust
Pac of 5 woods gone turn em into dust
My ol girl left I’ll dont want her bac
got my mind made up n it’s all on rap
Verse 1
Magiq on the beat
trance
So let's dance
This is a million dollars
For your thoughts
And that price is right
By the way
Hey
Do you ever just think about
The infinite nature
mind like they was psychic
By I kick the lines that spine shatter when I spit
SPECTACULAR
Spectators are left spellbound
Helpless like women rape
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question the suggestion was made
The foundation
various heads of state) votes will roll in, bucks will roll in, and, most
importantly, power will be maintained by the groovy guy (or gal) who gets
the baritone and I'm home alone dig it
and I'm always staying freshly dipped on 1-2-5th
where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff
Okay okay
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
gate she gne try 2 break ya
U ol dawg azz hoe u aint neva faithful
Give it 2me and imma show u what dat pussy made 4
And see dat ol Nigga dere? Yea i
I know y'all don't see me on tv
Or hear me on the radio
But you industry brats
Better check billboard and Pollstar
Before y'all get to crying
the bitches on my dick
Cause I shine and they see me glow
Bitches wanna give me ass cause the
See me on the TV show
Man just wait until my album drop
I'ma have
takin' subliminal
Cause they can't get what I got's
They want it so bad, four million dollar pad
And enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya' white
the Queen looks pretty in pink
These other MC’s are skint
I’m looking at black BM limousine tint
'Cause I don’t want nobody to see me
Unless I’m on TV
Yo, you
or two grand to
Be split three ways in those days
That was as much "success"
As we thought possible
The earliest performances on this album
Are brought
good
Ride on 20's with TV's
Leather interior and wood
Rolexes, at least ten G's on a necklace
Pullin up at the club in
Two Caddy truck stretches
My click
Let's stay at home and let's watch a movie
We got a big ol' TV (Big ol' TV)
And it won't matter if it's raining
We can sit comfortably
Inside, outside,
look Trina's on tv
Oh yeah, ooh she fine
Hey homie, Trinas on tv
I wished she rappin, press mute
And now we gonna play a single from the album
Regime, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Album to the face, nigga you Love 2 Hate
Yes, it's that nigga you Love 2 Hate
Young nigga, wit money, you Love 2 Hate
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
you're slapped
At five you're just wacked
At four you're lost
At three, you're just soft
At two you're an ass
At one, you're a dick
But before you
the baritone and I'm home alone dig it
and I'm always staying freshly dipped on 1-2-5th
where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff
Okay okay
Sellin mixtapes to them albums from 30 to 50 thousand (wow)
It ain't no problem, I got it, my following got me (got me)
Long as I continue to spit poems
microphones that I can clutch
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question
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