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machine gun kelly - another classic lyrics

[chorus]
you know we gotta keep it gutter like this
now get your hands up, rep 216, another classic
you know we gotta keep it gutter like this
now get your hands up, rep 216, another classic
you know we gotta keep it gutter like this
so get your hands up, up, up
come on!

[verse 1]
magic, this to be definition of classic
hatin’, this track is madness
i remember back when i was a token anglo+saxon
but they ain’t loved me for my raps then, uh+uh
but now, they feel me like a massage
they ask for classics, so [?] out the garage
i grab my book and spit a couple of bars
they say i’m not of this world
and they correct, i’m posted up with the stars
but when i’m down to earth, i’m loiterin’, my boys and them
kickin’ it at the corner store we’re full of drinks [affordable?]
couple blocks down, it’s [?]
see a couple shorties, so we went to get digits in my mobile phone
tower city [packin’ out aroma smoke?]
want so much money, you’d think our pockets would overdose
head down to [?]
watch the city lights bright up the sky
yo, this is classic
[chorus]
you know we gotta keep it gutter like this
now get your hands up, rep 216, another classic
you know we gotta keep it gutter like this
now get your hands up, rep 216, another classic
you know we gotta keep it gutter like this
so get your hands up, up, up
come on!

[verse 2]
spectacular like the temptations
magical like a show and little b+tch is wearin’ makeup
it’s the wakeup
i’m a star like [jones?] women’s cologne
and i shine like the stones from sierra leone
this is classic, to match when i’m wearing over my feet?
priceless like a ’76 chevy caprice
i was born and raised on that old school sh+t
[?] what them talkin’ ’bout, we live
[?]
every week, my auntie got me the lunchables
boy now think back, thundercats, them cartoons we loved and that
i had the neighborhood big wheel, we havin’ fun with that
show him tv raps and daddy can’t change, those were the days, mane
little kids hollerin’, “come out and play, mane”
and when we tired, sippin’ mama’s kool+aid
[but lonely sandwiches?], my dude, we had it made
[outro]
that was classic

- machine gun kelly lyrics

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