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machine gun kelly - bullets with names lyrics

[intro: machine gun kelly and young thug]
maybe he’s next
out here
he said what?
oh my god, ronny

[chorus: machine gun kelly]
look, i got a bullet with somebody’s name on it
i get up on ’em, i don’t need no aim on it
k!lled me a goat so my jacket got stains on it
wipin’ my nose like i got some cocaine on it
pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
called up his b#tch, showed my d#ck, let ’em lay on it
i’m in the trap house like gucci and zay on it
i see a soda, i’m pourin’ an eight on it

[post#chorus: young thug]
i f#cked a b#tch in a wal#mart, gettin’ tootsie roll
i had to pack, had the wesson, no smith though
he tried to front on me in front his friends and fam
i had his b#tch in the back, what he didn’t know, hm
i came a long way from bando
now my boss is a flavor of candy corn
i walked up on a crack gang, what they hittin’ for?
i keep the polish, i’m not talkin’ steel toes

[verse 2: machine gun kelly]
i hit a seven and picked up a dinner roll
i get the bread, then i f#ck me a centerfold
i bought a perc’ like my name is gorilla zoe
though i’m from the place where the k!llers and sinners go
i just cut the grass and showed the motherf#ckin’ snakes
i took off my bandanna and showed my f#ckin’ face

[verse 3: young thug]
rose gold bandanna, i tatted on my a#
five thousand dollar soap, every time i bathe (ayy)
i just told her, “maybe i mean what i say” (ayy)
i don’t really play and i hope you think it’s shade
i had to jump down and ain’t no remember ho
when i come back with this k, i’ma k!ll a ho (woo)
thought i wasn’t gettin’ no syrup
i put my cum on her face but i’m pitiful (yeah)
i got a pack of them skittles, bro
all different flavors and all different flavors
type of hoes, all them centerfolds, hey

[chorus: machine gun kelly]
look, i got a bullet with somebody’s name on it
i get up on ’em, i don’t need no aim on it
k!ll me a ghost so my jacket got stains on it
wipin’ my nose like i got some cocaine on it
pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
called up his b#tch, showed my d#ck, let ’em lay on it
i’m in the trap house like gucci and zay on it
i see a soda, i’m pourin’ an eight on it

[verse 4: rjmrla]
don’t say rj when i mrla on it
got a machine gun and it got a k on it
you got a dead end, somebody gon’ pay on it
i got a bed and your b#tch wanna plank on it
cut the cocaine with the creatine, ayy
f#ck your dead homies and your memories, ayy

[verse 5: lil duke]
i got a gun, n#gga, auto and spray on it
i don’t do layaway, i cannot pay on it
foot on their neck and i swear i’ma stay on it
can’t rush my greatness so they gotta wait on it
you n#ggas too sweet, i could just put my bae on it
i f#ck on a granny, her hair, it got gray on it
get you down bad, i’ma blow out her back
these n#ggas too slimy, i’m playin’ with the sack
i got this stick, i’m equipped
why i say ballin’ like we won a ‘ship?
these n#ggas are hoes, i’ma go all the way
walk through the back, like, “take me to the vip”
i send her back just to get some more hip

[?] police officer lip
gave her the d, now she lovin’ the crip
if he wanna play, got his name on the tip, uh

[chorus: machine gun kelly]
look, i got a bullet with somebody’s name on it
i get up on ’em, i don’t need no aim on it
k!lled me a goat so my jacket got stains on it
wipin’ my nose like i got some cocaine on it
pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
called up his b#tch, showed my d#ck, let ’em lay on it
i’m in the trap house like gucci and zay on it
i see a soda, i’m pourin’ an eight on it

- machine gun kelly lyrics

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