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mgk - sail lyrics
machine gun kelly!
this is a real rappers theme music
b-tch, sing to it!
this how you cook up some dope with no powder
don’t turn on that stove,
just turn this sh-t up louder
black eddie bauer, mask on my face
like i’m ready to take what is yours
’cause it’s ours, y’all stole my style
i’ll sh-t on you like bowels and take all your princesses
b-tch i am bowser!
f-ck superpowers, i got this weed
gun on my hip, now that’s all that i need
i don’t play games, man i ain’t in no league and
i don’t drop no names, but b-tch i am from cleve-land
ddd-d-mn, someone tell britney we did it again!
i heard pooh gutta acquitted again,
my bank account holding six digits again
pour up some henn, this for the ones who ain’t make it
this for the ones who ain’t make it
focus your lens, point it at me and see greatness
point it at me and see greatness,
ray need a benz
dub need a all black mercedes tezo
need all white he racist, but homie i’m saying i need a penthouse
that’s vacant arab money salaam alaik-m
the beast is awaken, pick up your shawty
my b-tch is a murderer, she got a body, she got that brain
summa c-m laude,
my city, the jungle
don’t take that safari, it’s lions, it’s tigers
gangsters disciples, lords judas
it’s shanks and them rifles, wh-r-s who swear that
they live by the bible, and friends who think they deserve more
then they t-tled and that’s why i
(sail, sail)
sail up out of the ghetto,
away from the mornings where snow in that shovel
sail up out of this level,
i’m tryna be number one, why would i settle?!
(sail, sail)
sail, gon’ to the new world no pinta no nina no santa maria
(sail, sail)
still keepin’ it hood with my pia
sippin’ carlos rossi sangria
drankin my cup, working my wrist
i’d be spankin’ my sl-t
juggle my nuts, use your two hands while i juggle these f-cks
but that’s zero, that’s none my hands busy
holding middle fingers up,
i don’t do things that’s love ‘n it’s trust, and i don’t hate y’all
i’m just f-ckin’ with us
and that’s word to nipsey
my hustlers mean i can sell blocks to ken griffey
i’m like lionel richie, my fans got me touring till 2050
the cycle is evil, these verses for tino
on top of my people and f-ck all these fakers
can’t wait till you back on your feet,
the streets need you
(sail, sail)
sail up out of the ghetto,
away from the mornings where snow in that shovel
sail up out of this level,
i’m tryna be number one, why would i settle?!
(sail, sail)
sail, gon’ to the new world no pinta no nina no santa maria
(sail, sail)
still keepin’ it hood with my pia
sippin’ carlos rossi sangria
kells!
la la la la la la la ah oh
la la la la la la la ah oh
la la la la la la la ah oh
la la la la la la la ah oh
la la la la la la la ah oh
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