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Roulette

Machine Gun Kelly5 Jul 2019

Roulette Lyrics

作曲 : Colson Baker/William Lobban-Bean/Jacob Troth

作词 : Colson Baker/William Lobban-Bean/Jacob Troth

This that mother****ing rider, music

This that mother****ing rider, music

All night, when I'm roulette

Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?

But I'm chosen, so I'm roulette

With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich

Like Danny Ocean, how we roulette

All through traffic with this mob apparatus

These people want me in a casket, still I'm roulette

I heard Heaven got a place for me there,

But I don't know if I'm goin', ah

Smoking on Sequoia, running from my paranoia

Hollywood want me to come and live and die in California

I ain't going out like River Phoenix

I wanna enjoy all of the spoils

I'm a golden boy like Oscar de la Hoya, I'm a soldier

Mask up like it's the end of October

Blowing doja in the streets with Mannie Fresh down in the 'Noia

I done told ya, when it comes to beefing, I ain't kosher

Bought a cobra just to keep you snakes closer

I conspire motive, y'all can try and clone this

Get them lines quoted but Him and I know this

None of my opponents hold the eyes open

Rip out the hearts and let 'em all die soulless

This that mother****ing rider, music

This that mother****ing rider, music (Eastside, ayy)

This that mother****ing rider, music

This that mother****ing rider, music

All night, when I'm roulette

Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?

But I'm chosen, so I'm roulette

With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich

Like Danny Ocean, how we roulette

All through traffic with this mob apparatus

These people want me in a casket, still I'm roulette

I heard Heaven got a place for me there,

But I don't know if I'm goin', ah

Wait, I heard they said they want the old Gunner

**** 'em, I still turn coyotes into road runners

**** a family, I'll leave your ass with no brothers

It ain't no love when you become a man with no mother

That's what it was

I used to get my ass beat just because (For real)

I ran away, hit the trap, they couldn't make me budge

Junior year, my homie selling crack right off the bus

Knew that I wasn't turning back when I got cuffed

**** a charge, this a territory, y'all don't wanna march

Cemetery full of graves, I could finish what you start

Lost a milli when they sued me for a fight inside a bar

I hope you pussies think of me every time you see the scars

This that mother****ing rider, music

This that mother****ing rider, music (Eastside, ayy)

This that mother****ing rider, music

This that mother****ing rider, music

All night, when I'm roulette

Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty?

But I'm chosen, so I'm roulette

With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich

Like Danny Ocean, how we roulette

All through traffic with this mob apparatus

These people want me in a casket, still I'm roulette

I heard Heaven got a place for me there,

But I don't know if I'm goin', ah

Yeah, 24/7, I keep my eyes open, ready

All these signs show me they want me gone like I'm Makaveli

On the cross when they cross me over, over something so petty

Kill 'em all even if I die like Method Man did in Belly

I am Gun Kelly, ain't shit you can tell me

Get me drunk and mad enough, I go pop the trunk at the Chevy

I'm a dad and a savage, this is not an image, I get it

Rap for currency,

Like I'm spitter Andretti and let it fall like confetti

Ball for my dawgs that they got locked in the celly

And **** the one that turned on me, I will never forget it

You learn it's your own homies you knew since the beginning

They see you winning and they wanna see you finished

Goddamn

 

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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