| Ay, red light’s on in the Boulevard
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| That means business
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| Throw up in this bitch, I might
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| Corny bitches make me sick
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| I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
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| Gunna
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| Made man like Joe Pesci
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| I need Deniro or I’ll Rob her
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| I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
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| Called an Uber helicopter
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| Bought a pound from a rasta
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| Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
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| Award shelves need an Oscar
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| They need my merchandise on Melrose
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| David Bowie of my generation
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| Kill the Moët bottle with no hesitation
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| Came from public education
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| Ramen noodles with the bacon
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| I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
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| Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
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| Dub was working at the steel shop
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| Slim was working off of 1st block
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| We still roll together every day
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| Except we might be on a private plane
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| Why would you ever come from nothing
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| And not do whatever the fuck you wanted?
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| They be asking why I’m such a legend
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| I took so much acid, I be forgetting
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| I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
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| I’m on the roof of the party
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| Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
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| Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
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| The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talkin' 'bout a laser
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| We the golden squad, we the golden squad
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| Double X, we the hardest
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| Me, Dub-O, Mercy Marty
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| Should’ve never got us started
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| Motherfucker, I’m retarded
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| Do you know how I’m regarded?
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| King of underground, King of Cleveland town
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| King of marijuana gardens
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| I can’t stop myself from coughing
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| Four thousand dollar bong rip
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| Custom made for the new house
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| Can’t believe I never had shit
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| 2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
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| 20/20 vision, see the future
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| Looks like the crown do fit
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| I am king of this new shit, 7 rings and a pool stick
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| 8 ball, and a suede robe — rockstars don’t say no!
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| This beat so flame, though; |
| I forgot to say my name, though
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| Bitch, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna!
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| Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
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| Man, I’m wildin' every summer
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| I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
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| I’m with bitches burning rubber
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| I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
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| Models be on the same thang, thang
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| EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang
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| I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
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| I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
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| I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
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| I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
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| I’m on the roof of the party
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| Bitch, I thought it was a drought
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| Bitch, I thought you had the clout
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| I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
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| I’m on the roof of the party
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| Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
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| Still all the way dangerous |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Golden God, artist - Machine Gun Kelly. Album song bloom, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп