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letra de highline ballroom soundcheck (freestyle) - machine gun kelly

highline ballroom soundcheck (freestyle)

[verse 1:]
ay yo, first off my name is, f-ck that check the playlist
b-tch i’m trying to blow up like the al qaeda
but why do yall want to be famous? so i can pay for protection and pretend to be gangsta?
these rappers are five foot tall talkin’ bout gang bangin’
i’m 6’3, i pee make em yellow like cold play is
6 d, up in a rental honda from a this bad b-tches give me brain that explains my mindless behavior
but f-ck em’ i never mind them like a hater
f-ck this rap sh-t is wack, i’m going back to get paid under the table
this industry turns me off like i forgot to pay my cable
bunch of males on these labels trying to stick it in my -n-l (what the f-ck?)
so i f-ck these girls cause they’re rear ended (what?)
so motherf-ck the world because its near endin’ (ohhhh)
uh, and if you scared go to church
other than that, go get a shirt with my name on it, get your peers offended
you’re tormented by face huh, yeah
it makes you think what ain’t huh, yeah
so ship ship shimmy shimmy yah shimmy yay
get your old dirty -ss out the way, hold up

[verse 2:]
(kells, kells its double xxl)
(we’ve got some wonderful news and i just wanted to tell)
(now i know you and our freshmen issue don’t sit well)
(so we said f-ck everyone else give the cover to yourself)
i ain’t ballin’, but i’m at the free throw
there they go to college, but i know this gringo is copied more then the f-cking kinko’s
me ho, mis amigos will cut you into burritos and feed you to the seagulls
your career is over, finito (fatality)
yeah b-tch yeah b-tch call me steve-o
i’m a jack-ss, i backhand my country’s presidito
i don’t take part in politics, where i’m from we call it deep throat
i’d rather f-ck me a b-tch and x men like magneto
now..call me an -sshole but be tactical
cause the wrong vernacular could turn something spectacular into a m-ssacre
microphone damager, midwest -ss-ssin, a cleveland cannibal animal eat too many of you f-ggots like bananas
my caskets are full of plants, make my lungs blacker then janin, high as an intergalactic planets i think i work for nasa
my chucks are cl-ssic, body marked up like my managers calendar
stand up fanatical still i’ve slept on like these mattresses
wake up! can you see me? somebody get binoculars
i’m on top of a man and slapping two animal activists
living up to the standards i got stuck with as a rapper
a havoc problematic psychopathic basic amb-ssador
(cough cough)
hot boxin’ an acura
pants saggin’, gettin’ head from tabitha
b-tch i be that skinny muhf-cka
cleveland’s what i’m reppin’
they already know the answer ain’t no mothaf-ckin’ question its kells

[verse 3:]
yeah
i got more bars in the jail
i got more heat then sun itself
you would think i was a member of h-ll
you would think i wouldn’t have any manners the way i’m using biggie for myself
but, if any one of you got a problem then let me compete and up in the sale and tell you
(f-ck the world don’t ask me for sh-t)
all you industry b-tches can suck my d-ck!
(f-ck the world don’t ask me for sh-t)
i said all you industry b-tches can suck my d-ck….b-tch

- machine gun kelly

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