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Machine Gun Kelly

George Kelly Barnes (July 18, 1895 – July 18, 1954) better known as "Machine Gun Kelly", was an American gangster from Memphis, Tennessee, during the prohibition era. He attended Central High School in Memphis. His nickname came from his favorite weapon, a Thompson submachine gun. His most infamous crime was the kidnapping of oil tycoon and businessman Charles F. Urschel in July 1933 for which he, and his gang, collected a $200,000 ransom. Urschel had collected and left considerable evidence that assisted the subsequent FBI investigation which eventually led to Kelly's arrest in Memphis, Tennessee, on September 26, 1933. His crimes also included bootlegging and armed robbery. more »

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Gunner, Gunner

Walk up in the spot with hella reefer on me
Pockets full of what
Hella quarters, like I'm 'bout to feed the meter
Only two seaters, I mean two chiefers
We ain't even parkin'
We just spark it and fly frequent
Up in the sky, Jesus
Gave me high fives, Peter
Pan full of yams
Trees lit like Christmas Eve
I'm so facetious, so indecent
F*ck the world and leave it speechless
Rock that jacket with the cheetah
Look like Elvis with these sequins, I'm sayin'

Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

Yeah, fast life, hash pipes, lit up like flashlights
Fast cash, back scratch, steal off on last night
Super stoned, where is home? I missed the last flight
Aww man, hella saucy, I got the last bite
What you call it when you feel like you're on the moon talkin'?
Michael Jackson with my actions, I call this moonwalkin'
Movin' backwards, rollin' backwoods, I don't care who's watchin'
EST a fuckin' army, I'm the platoon sergeant

Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

Look, all I ever wanted was the cash
I don't roll it up if it ain't gas
Tank full, goin' to the moon
I can see the snakes in the grass
You could never ever get us, ayy
It's a Tommy Hilfiger day
Ain't nobody realer than us
Ain't nobody triller than us
Ayy, Birdman hands on 'em (brrr)
Hermes smell on him
Bitch you know we comin' out the van
Shout out to the fans

Early Monday mornin', haha
I packed a Tulu bag high as f*ck, already soarin'
Where you goin'? Space station, engine roarin' (woah)
Gettin' face in the foreign (yeah)
Sex tape like it's porn
Space game with the Martians
I don't ever do the norm

Ayy we only steppin' out for the big shit
Champagne supernova type shit
Cards on the table, ace, king, queen, haha

Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga
Roll up, my nigga, what's the hold up, my nigga?
Smoke until my eyes red as Coca Cola, my nigga
Where I'm from you get popped, that ain't soda, my nigga
Got a bag full of green like some groceries, nigga

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