Lyrics:
business like show business when the Indiana’s great is screamin’
1 Hater 2 Hater 3 Hater… 4
By the end of the day I need 40 or more screamin’
1 Hater 2
she get the point
Tryna get her to stop smokin', I would leave and fire up a joint
'Til I quit, started back up again, twenty years later
All that
And it goes 1, 2, 1 2 3 4
Happy days, happy days always
I put my hand up when I see you in the hallways
Its all good
Turn the music little louder
sharp and quick
It took me by surprise
And you helped me then
It was a matter of time
But this time it's different
It's been a growing thing
It wasn't
Miss yuh ino dawdy
Face pon button n shirt
Make mi heart grieve
If mi coulda buy back life
Onu deh yah by morning
Give thanks say mi deh yah
Wid mi 3
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
living in purpose
I'm back in my element
They see me stepping in
Ain't gotta say who I'm better than
Studied the game at this point I'm a veteran
I want
Time to Elevate
One for the money, it's two for the show
Three for the shots that the cop let go
Four for my seeds as I watch them grow
Five point
(I got one on each arm)
Double Up
I'm back up in the VIP, in a cloud of smoke
Be poundin, surrounded by all my folks
Give me another shot, damn
without a doubt I'm comin' back and if you don't know
call me S. I. R. T. double O
I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time
I make my own
soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought
gazelles don't lean on my nose
Drivin' by the clubs gleamin' and go
Heads turn it's a freak show
I need them to know When will they learn
Nas need a queen
Democrats
On Wall Street, a single mom of three, a TV personality
I'm blind to this impending fate
We'll let the world carry their weight
Its back breaks
something?)
Come on, get on, get some
Listen close as I prove my point
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up (yeah)
No comparison, we more solid than
Welcome back to Mega Nasty Rich we're talking about following your passion I mean that's what you hear every single day a speaker comes in they talk
busy daddy's writing a song
This song ain't gonna write it'self
I'll give you one underdog then
You gotta swing by yourself
Then turn right around in
is, I know just how you feel
Point is, I know just how you feel
You get scared, you get lied too
I'm not fooled by tattoos, love
Two knees, any
Call me G*Natural, when I'm on the mic, it's the place to be, cause everytime I
Grab the mic, I gotta keep it 97 plus 3, so lemme get this
Off my
Tom: I'm gonna come back and
I'm gonna start -I'm
Gonna start a therapeutic massage
Center only for, for -
Mark: I'm going to start
My own nudist
shut me up
The only way to get me to chill
Is praying to God to make me stop til
He comes back and along with all angels
Comes back with his stories
front on me
Especially since I turned my back on you
And If you point at me
There’s certainly three coming back at you
And while I look back
On all I
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
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
Never look back
[Master P]
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
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