100 Words And Running – Machine Gun Kelly | EZ Song Lyrics: From Lyrics to Song in 60

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Comin out the bottom of the m******** totem pole,
Callin everyone who ain’t believe like “I told them h***”
Now they on my scrotem though,
And I’ve been grindin so long its like I gotta blow,
Baby mama callin up my phone what the f*** you want?
Cuz I don’t owe nobody s*** stop askin,
Hatas get off of my d*** stop gaggin,
They know I’m schoolin em they tell me stop classin,
We already know that you the s*** stop gassin,
Ech and my flow is f***** sick dawg,
Make a b**** cough like a sick dog,
Prolly cuz I spit raw, no f***** with this boy,
These other rappers more uncool then when the fridge off,
D*** I think my lids off, more mental then Sig Fraud,
Mind like a m********* unsolvable jigsaw,
And people ask my audience what you listen him for,
Cuz I don’t think Lil Waynes comes this hard,
My god, then what that mean?
Since I ain’t son to nobody then I must be king
Cocky with it, cuz I know that can’t nobody stop me with it,
wanna try be ready to die, Kamikaze with it,
F*** a prince, I know I’m the real s*** ya dig,
Cuz ain’t no-m*********-body done the s*** I did,
I’m the man where I’m from but they call me the kid,
Gimme the crown cuz if not then we takin that b****,
M*********,
100 words and runnin, 100 rappers that I ate still in my stomach,
And 100 other comin, hustlin for one hundred a hundreds,
I don’t give a f*** what you say gimme my money,
Not college educated but I can count a s***load,
Connected like a constellation I can get you shipped more,
Boy I do numbers with these verses check the info,
I’m Machine Gun Kelly what the f***s a pistol?
What the f***s a white flag, what the f***s a price tag,
What the f*** is beef? F*** it show where’s the mics at,
I will tear each one of them m********** a nice a**,
No homo cuz we don’t get d***** we ain’t like that,
Nah b****, shoulda hollad at me before,
Cuz f*** you pay me is now my stee-lo,
And that goes for promoters, for the shows, for the verses, for the h***,
For labels, what you owe b**** gimme my dough,
I’m the big baller, shot caller of my age,
19 year old dwayne wade,
And the Eastside on my back no matter what they weigh,
Clevelands number 23 like I ain’t know Lebron played,
So wassup to all my fans who held me down since day 1,
tellin em Kells the hardest that they come,
Gave the real what they want, and I did that,
So come and blow a blunt witchya boy give it here let me split that,
And I bet they won’t forget that, cuz rappers forgot how to be real,
Forgot how they used to be before the deal,
But I remember still, that’s why I’m not a member of fame,
Just raw talent who remembers the game, and the name Kells

 
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Machine Gun Kelly's "100 Words and Running" Promo Video

Machine Gun Kelly new mixtape! FREE DOWNLOAD link to the mixtape here: http://tinyurl.com/yzkps4p Mr. Peter Parker and DJ EV presents Machine Gun Kelly's premier mixtape "100 Words and Running" coming out February 11, 2010 - Lace up!!! twitter.com/machinegunkelly

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