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