Lyrics:
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha!
What the fuck you mean you ain't know my name?
Only thing I changed, I ain't got no change
Still me and my
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
I believe
Got a young chick from the hood, south side
Pops never let her outside
Nigga knew the type of shit she was up against
Little did he know the shit
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
walking the ledge
Son, I'm just a little off of the edge as I stalk
The mean streets for paused types callers are read
Killa Hill where the warriors
know What I mean
I do it for the streets I do it for the streets just a young nigga ya I'm tryin to fuckin eat got mouths to feed
I'm deep off in these
be at. We be in the streets Nah, nah, I mean like, is anybody feeling y'all? I think so. If they're smart I don't even know what to say to y'all. I
off
Send it to your momma
In the mail type shit
See you in hell little bitch
Told you from the get
Know it ain’t no love
When you in street’s
Know ain’t
Got to go through in this white land
Take, rape, hate
Another type of dirty dan on a black man
Image created by the white man
Wait wait wait
So who
Anything Id put my mind too
Talking bout the streets
As if they ever welcomed you
Will have your body turn blue
Money
Never changed me
It unlocked
The boy
Representing C O yeah the whole box
Life is like a fuck you take the whole box
Life outlined in choc-a-let'em all watch
Bodies in the street getting caught now
up because I need that type of love
When I’m coming through in your city just say wassup so
When you see me in the streets of downtown, in the north
that type of attitude
I put my self around it I'm not even mad at you
Junya Watanabe shopping Lexington Avenue
I don't mean to flatter you
I got to move
type of way
Boy I'm like Steph next to Klay
That means that missing is not on the menu today
I just been hitting a lot, I'm in a spot at the top
to type the letter O?
So just meet me on the MSN Messenger
There's no message more instanter
You just type a winky face
And then press enter
It'll be there
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt
The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the shit in
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
the average girl
Now I'ma send your mind through a twirl
Now usually I'm narrow-minded, never blinded
By any man, but somehow I got binded
I mean caught up,
the streets dough
Sell some real green dope
Sell some real green dope
Make some real mean dough
Make some real mean dough
I don't know bro
I don't know,
have it
So by any means
Ima keep her happy
Project baby
Project baby
Daddy was gone
So my mama raised me
Mama went got it
So her babies can have it
and nobody like ya
See you're the type that gets off on getting on other people
That's not good
No homo,
Rather un-human, I should say
I mean giving
and nobody like ya
See you're the type that gets off on getting on other people
That's not good
No homo,
Rather un-human, I should say
I mean giving
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
do yo' thang
I mean, in them jeans
Yo shape is beautiful
And I'm "For you, by you"
Like FUBU
(B**** you know the name)
Whoo-wee Jesus
JoJo K-Ci
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