Lyrics:
complications
Got my ass an education
Can I get an application??
Pam the Funkstress
It's kinda funky
Mat Machine-Gun Kelly!
agree, fuck the fame
But I got four words for ya, don't fuck with Fame
Cause I'm a Machine Gun Kelly, clapper dude
Write my name across your belly
środki, ale to nie Machiavelli
Ona mówi bądź spokojny wkurwienie jak po niedzieli
I to chyba nic nie zmieni machine gun jak Kelly
Gdzie jest moje słońce?
And you ain't got to tell me man, I know they hate us
Tippin' money like I know the waiter
Mommy text me, I got no behavior
I had to skip
long time
Rifles deh unkind so machines gun and 9s
Barrel load a buy
Most guns weh come a walk a
Reach alone a bloodclaat mine
Nuclear tell warfare mek
This, that made me self-embrace it
Me-self the laddie in him
But he ain’t no Irish man, he’s a Filipino
Plus he’s German and Swedish but you
Don’t know
Kelly stands by the water
With a gun in her hand
She won't believe in the future
In a world made by man
There's nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
And not even break a sweat?
Man, they committin' genocide tryna
Exterminate the lyricist
While saying Dax is the antithesis
That's means opposite
But if I'm
by myself and now I mastered it (I'm good now)
Drum work mean all the guns got drums, that's just how bad it get
I shoot that nigga right in front
when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
Barking of machine gun
when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say you must die
Back to the front
You coward, you servant, you blind man
Barking of machine-gun
headie (That way, that way)
Far from petty, gang slid on the L and got R, not Kelly (Woi, woi)
Swish or dunk on punks, man get real close, I don't know
Get your mind right or get your body left
Create and analyze life Killuminati text
I put the ghost in machines annunaki bless
The deaf dumb and blind
bag?
In your car, and we popped the steering wheel
And left it up by six flags (hit man)
My whole family full of ?hetland? hustlas
Now tell your
sound like a bomb now Kush and di Ras dem a bawl out god name
Dem a gun clown a dem lane dem a stay pon
Suh man send fi mi likkle nephew Daiquan
From
but the sound of his feet
Machine guns ready to go
Are you ready hey are you ready for this?
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat?
Out
the broken
To suffer every consequence
They gave me a machine gun
But I don't wanna hurt no one
There's nothing here to fight for
This is someone else's
that hell was in store
Sign a dotted line and give a man a gun
Don't worry boys, you'll all be home by christmas
But little by little the lights
apartment
Half-empty Hennessy bottles and condoms on the carpet
Half a bag of cocaine on the counter by my Smith & Wesson
Misdirected I gripped the weapon
fun, large sons shooting machine guns
Population adjustment will be adjusted by an intellgent villain
Guerilla warfare killing
Amplifies, fear tears
This shit is self-explanatory, nigga
Machine, bitch
I'm on y'all niggas' necks, ya heard
Look
Working the pot, twisting my wrist, stir up
money
What if that was your breed was you murderin' clown?
It's wack
Shout out to grandpa, you know what I'm sayin'
Shout out to grandpa kelly
My man
money
What if that was your breed was you murderin clown?
It's wack
Shout out to grandpa, you know what i'm sayin
Shout out to grandpa kelly
My man
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