| All night, when I’m rollin'
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| Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you 30?
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| But I’m chosen, so I’m rollin'
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| With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin'
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| All through traffic with this mob apparatus
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| These people want me in a casket, still I’m rollin'
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| I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I don’t know if I’m goin', uh
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| Smoking on sequoia, running from my paranoia
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| Hollywood want me to come and live and die in California
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| I ain’t going out like River Phoenix
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| I wanna enjoy all of the spoils
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| I’m a Golden Boy like Oscar de la Hoya
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| I’m a soldier masked up like it’s the end of October
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| Blowing doja in the streets with Mannie Fresh down in the Nola
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| I done told ya, when it comes to beefing, I ain’t kosher
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| Bought a cobra just to keep you snakes closer
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| I can spy a motive, y’all can try and clone this
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| Get them lies quoted, but him and I know this
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| Line up my opponents, hold their eyes open
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| Rip out their hearts and let 'em all die soulless
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| This that mothafuckin' rider, music
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| This that mothafuckin' rider, music (Eastside, ayy)
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| This that mothafuckin' rider, music
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| This that mothafuckin' rider, music
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| All night, when I’m rollin'
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| Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?
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| But I’m chosen, so I’m rollin'
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| With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin'
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| All through traffic with this mob apparatus
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| These people want me in a casket, still I’m rollin'
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| I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I don’t know if I’m goin', uh
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| Wait, I heard 'em say they want the old Gunner
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| Fuck 'em, I still turn coyotes into road runners
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| Fuck a family, I’ll leave your ass with no brothers
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| It ain’t no love when you become a man with no mother
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| That’s what it was
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| I used to get my ass beat just because (For real)
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| I ran away and hit the trap, they couldn’t make me budge
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| Junior year, my homie selling crack right off the bus
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| Knew that I wasn’t turning back when I got cuffed
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| Fuck a charge, this a territory, y’all don’t wanna march
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| Cemetery full of graves, I can finish what you start
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| Lost a milli when they sued me for a fight inside a bar
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| I hope you pussies think of me every time that you see the scar
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| This that mothafuckin' rider, music
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| This that mothafuckin' rider, music (Eastside, ayy)
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| This that mothafuckin' rider, music
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| This that mothafuckin' rider, music (Turn up)
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| All night, when I’m rollin'
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| Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?
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| But I’m chosen, so I’m rollin'
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| With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we rollin'
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| All through traffic with this mob apparatus
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| These people want me in a casket, still I’m rollin'
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| I heard Heaven got a place for me there, but I don’t know if I’m goin', uh
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| Yeah, 24/7, I keep my eyes open, ready
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| All these signs show me they want me gone like I’m Makaveli
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| On the cross when they cross me over, over something so petty
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| Kill 'em all even if I die like Method Man did in Belly
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| I am… Gun Kelly, ain’t shit you can tell me
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| Get me drunk and mad enough, I go pop the trunk of the Chevy
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| I’m a dad and a savage, this is not an image like Getty
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| Rap for currency, like I’m Spitta Andretti and let it fall like confetti
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| Ball for my dogs that they got locked in the celly
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| And fuck the one that turned on me, I won’t ever forget it
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| You learn it’s your own homies you knew since the beginning
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| That see you winning and then wanna see you finished
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| Goddamn |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Roulette , by - Machine Gun Kelly. Song from the album Hotel Diablo, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп