World Series - Machine Gun Kelly
Kells
Who the f_ck wanna wit um
We ball like Indians at the World Series 8th inning
I'm gone I'm rolling with Nicole Kidman
I hit the p_ssy like a bong, f_ck show business
We in the jungle with the guerrillas
We in the streets with the 4 wheelers
Don't speak I am no witness
You got beef put a end till you talk like long sentence period
Motherf_cker I'm serious
Who's you're favorite rapper, I'm curious?
He ain't living out them words
He ain't used machine gun burst in the trap cause his ass got murked
I'm talking in the 3rd
I'm talking to a stealer and he ain't from the burgh
You talking to a Cleveland motherf_cker in the first
So you better not get on my nerves, biatch
I need herb tho, keep me moving like turtle
Keep me seeing this purple
Keep it banging like Kirko
Work something, Twerk something
B_tch f_ck me now she worth something
Gas tank on E, it worth nothing
Try to stunt on me the worst coming
Motherf_ckers gonna need some plumbing I am the sh_t
I feel like eating something, feed my stomach,
give me a rapper, make it 100, f_ck give em the hubble telescope, they couldn't see the younging
No, f_ck it let em get a lil something, bring em to the block do a lil stuntin, that ain't nothing
Ery where I go I'm putting on I ain't bluffing, Ery where I go I'm putting on, B_tch I run it. Kells
[Hook:]
This song got a motherf_cker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling [x3]
This song got a motherf_cker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling [x3]
Picture me rich
Picture everybody wit a pic of me hangin on the wall like prince
Picture your favorite R&B singer lookin at a picture on her phone Of my big Ol d_ck
Picture me living like Biggie, the real Frank White I'm the king of my city
Picture all this starting out as a dream, staring at a picture of Martin Luther King, that's my reaction
Trying to make it happen from rapping. Trying to avoid me a casket Half of my kin-folk caught up in traffic from trapping
My whole squad will turn to a fraction cause Tony Montana rite up the block from us tho, it's hard not to get caught up in its at all
Hard not to ball. Sales for yayo to jail then someone goes talk to the law
Please God tell me it ain't true, tell me name on that paper work ain't you
If you ain't snitching then why is you home,
stupid decision b_tch better get gone, 3 in the morning,
I can't get rest so turn over pick up that 38 special,
you bust in my door, then I bust in your neck hoe 25 stranded on death row
[Hook:]
This song got a motherf_cker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling [x3]
This song got a motherf_cker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling [x3]
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