Lyrics:
with the same clichés
It's a Re-Ron, a time machine
Stuck in reverse and filming what he sees
Twenty years gone with the point of a gun
To hell with
od początku, aż po kres
Taka z ciebie miękka pała
Że twój to bezpieczny seks (ej)
Jestem jak Machine Gun Kelly Łakom
Robię bang bang słyszysz bang
the guys
Then you ain't my Slime
You getting hit by the squad
Like you can't date a Slime
Bad bitch popping her shit
A dime with a .nine
Mad that I'm
When I was a young boy I drove my mother crazy
When I was a young man I drove my teachers wild
Oh whoa oh whoa nobody to con-trol me
Oh whoa
J'augmente d'EXP les prods j'en fais des kill
J'crache la fumée j'me sens comme une machine
Débite comme une machine, Machine Gun Kelly
Faut qu'on l'fasse en
Comet, come Dasher, come Prancer
Come niggas with machine guns, I think that is the answer
But the question 'Should we take that bullshit from them
phone call hit up amigo
Hop in the tahoe pull me a drive by
Hop out the tahoe jump in the regal
Cause i don't wild out
Me and madman different
Wouldn't
months pregnant
Bitch had to give me a baby, we named it Machine Gun Kelly
Now here's to LL, Big L and Dell
K-Solo, Treach and G Rap
DJ Polo, Tony D,
Anywhere me go,
mi have to bring mi gun,
Drive by a something mi like fi do for fun,
Buss! wayne skull Laugh & watch blood run,
20 big bullets, Senda send
up at a crack house
Bernie on a gurney
When I pull the fucking mack out
Smack down
I'm a put you under the ground
I'm Machine Gun Kelly
When I'm
(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys
holding on she's living day by day
'Cause he got the wild in the body got the wild in the soul
Wild in the heart will it ever take it's toll
Got the wild in
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
by my side
And I know they gon slide
And I know they gon fight
I'm so dirty with the lean
Alll I need is the sprite
All I need is the tha drank
Tell
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
It's a bird it's a plane
I'm a dog off the chain
So many thoughts in my brain
Got me going insane
Bout to wild out
You know the vibes boy
Wild out
getting caught up with the gun
I could pull up in the hood, niggas get to whispering
Until I get caught like X, by someone just like Zimmmerman
Go
Once upon a time in the wild frontier, a white boy had a run-in
With an Indian boy-yes, the real McCoy-who was just taking the sun in
Their eyes did
will get ya
Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor
Them Chi Town boys will get ya
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pure
barb wire
Machine gun Kelly so don't get jelly
'Cause bitch you, can put it in your mouth, like Akinyele
You he's fakin' da funk take these nigga home
When I was a young boy
I drove my mother crazy
When I was a young man
I drove my teachers wild
Oh whoa oh whoa nobody to con-trol me
Oh whoa modern
them hoes remember me.
Holla back two phones, I don’t call shit, wild boy, ‘cause I start shit
Rager ‘cause I moshpit and this A stands for anarchist
But my lawyers told me settle this (settle this)
Even though it's bullshit (it's bullshit)
Kelly, protect your career
All these people in my ear
I
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