Lyrics:
Yow, We inah di mad box, black rass, grab dat
Hmmmm
Yow Celes
Ye man talk to dem
Kill we kill boy fi less zeen
Yow!
Born by mi self suh mi nuh
Yow, We inah di mad box, black rass, grab dat
Hmmmm
Yow Celes
Ye man talk to dem
Kill we kill boy fi less zeen
Yow!
Born by mi self suh mi nuh
Yow, We inah di mad box, black rass, grab dat
Hmmmm
Yow Celes
Ye man talk to dem
Kill we kill boy fi less zeen
Yow!
Born by mi self suh mi nuh
Yow, We inah di mad box, black rass, grab dat
Hmmmm
Yow Celes
Ye man talk to dem
Kill we kill boy fi less zeen
Yow!
Born by mi self suh mi nuh
the past
When people said what they meant
And lived life fast
There was a young man who was misled
By another motherfucker, this is what he said
Once upon
really means, over my dead body
Why you coming at EM, with a machine gun,
He already told you, he’s superman
Yet you still think you won
I’m not trying
claim you want to put in work
Plotting to blow up a church
See you devils are all the same
You'll gun down a congregation in Jesus' name
Using me
roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
Because I'm a ganster having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting
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
Mini Tech on the lap, that's a gun on a
Back to back (?) with the top off
Poppy steak schnitzel with some hot sauce
Vick then ruff on the sawed off's
by myself,
One man army, I don't need no help
This ain't nothin man I been through hell
Bring light to the blind like i'm writing in braille
I'm
yet
I'm not dead yet
I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back
You better get a bigger gun I'm not dead yet
I've been machine
Machine, "Hello."
Rick Rock, "Rick Rock."
Machine, "Has a message for:"
Rick Rock, The Bay Area
Machine, "To accept the message press 1"
Ugh,
Spittin' some tongue Twista
I knew a Slum Villager
Odd Future Kill The World type pillager
Kelly had Machine
Gunplay Supreme
Immortal Technique with
of the gun,
Rocket propelled grenades blow you away if you front,
We got no police ambulance or fire fighters,
We start riots by burning car tires,
They
check, checks
Niggas rocking checks
Nigga I got guns by the woah
By the flea collar, boy I'm at ya neck
We got funds yeah
God helped me change, we go up
roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
Because I'm a ganster having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting
then I gotta keep a groupie out
Won't be long for I lose my smile and I'm back again with that mean mug
On the Red Carpet with machine gun, no Kelly, I
There's a new face in town
And no it ain't the Blue Face
I run up like Machine Gun Kelly
With a black skelly
Put one in your belly
Leave ya smelly
the fenix
Machine gun no kelly, took her to the telly
I bust on her belly, my bro got no swisher
But still got a smelly, new glock gonna say it
On god it's
fete nap fe fet
Zoe mwen yo rete tèt nèg
Kvng of the S on my chest
I need a machine gun like Kelly
You know my niggas be ready
Shaking the ground
questions why is it machine gun Kelly but he can't shoot?
Why's Joe Budden probably the brother of Fousey Tube?
Passing through these raps it's
Making career
good condition, yeah
I call the shots, you wanna talk, you gotta ask permission, yeah
Like Machine Gun Kelly, the way I'm gonna rock out
You talkin' all
body
Wake up Insecure of your belly
But I loved your belly
We watch good mourning and make fun of machine gun Kelly
I went to your graduation
But I won't
_(cropped).jpg/217px-MGK_(48250880612)_(cropped).jpg "Machine Gun Kelly")
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