| Hated the most, so I keep my haters close
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| Let 'em know I want the smoke
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| So much bread I gotta boast
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| This burner turn you into toast
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| I’m so G, I don’t keep that pistol on me
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| Ay, I’ll beat yo ass you try to press that issue on me
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| Ay, I keep a stash under all these zippers on me
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| I got bitches blowin' like I got a whistle on me
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| Ay, can’t stop getting paper
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| Ay, can’t stop rollin papers
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| Ay, LSD and coca
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| Ay, live la vida loca
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| Ay, she gone feed me grapes
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| Ay, we don’t go on dates
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| Ay, got a man at home, but she love the way I taste
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| Tatted on my choker
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| Shoppin' sprees at Dover
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| I ain’t stopping shit till I’m 70 years older
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| Slap me if I’m sober
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| Yea, yea, yea, come over
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| Fucked two girls that looked like Tina Fey and Amy Poehler
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| Back shot, back shot, back shot, back shot, right behind the backdrop
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| Can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop turnin' up like mascots
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| Matlock, Matlock, Matlock, Matlock want me in them padlocks
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| I hope you got a plan, catch me if you can hoe
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| Yea hoe, can’t get jammed hoe, I’ll be damned hoe
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| Yea hoe, I’m the man hoe, from the Land hoe
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| Yea hoe, out them bandos, to these bands hoe
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| Sandals for my fam though — 3, 2, 1, takeoff
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| Jets round the world with them
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| And you know we gotta fly with the herb with them
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| In the town, I’m a chief like turbo and them
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| Shouts for the flow G Herbo and them
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| I just got the cell phone workin' again
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| I just got the styrofoam purple again
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| Never make threats non-verbal again
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| You already know how I’m lurkin' again
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| Gunna
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| Back shot, back shot, back shot, back shot, right behind the backdrop
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| Can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop, can’t stop turnin' up like mascots
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| Matlock, Matlock, Matlock, Matlock want me in them padlocks
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| I hope you got a plan, catch me if you can hoe
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| Ay, can’t stop getting paper
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| Ay, can’t stop rollin papers
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| Ay, LSD and coca
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| Ay, live la vida loca
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| Ay, she gone feed me grapes
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| Ay, we don’t go on dates
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| Ay, got a man at home, but she love the way I taste
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| Ay, can’t stop getting paper
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| Ay, can’t stop rollin papers
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| Ay, LSD and coca
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| Ay, live la vida loca
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| Ay, she gone feed me grapes
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| Ay, we don’t go on dates
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| Ay, got a man at home, but she love the way I taste |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song LOCO , by - Machine Gun Kelly. Song from the album BINGE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп