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thoed ass - machine gun kelly lyrics

[verse 1: machine gun kelly]
yeah, b-tch
i’ma thoed -ss, blowed -ss, d-ck in the throat -ss
wake up in the morning, hundred joints rolled -ss
rich muhf-cka, wit no cl-ss
b-tch i’m from the land, you don’t wanna go there
b-tch you talkin grams, i be smokin’ o’s, yeah
hotbox whip, i don’t need the ozium
i ain’t hiding my sh-t, i’m a f-ckin grown man
if the cops come, then oh well, uh huh
i’m still smoking my blu cantrell
yeah, i might f-ck around and blow a zip
have both my lungs like oh sh-t
i’ma show them how a cleveland muhf-cka do
b-tch, went straight to the league from the public school
sh-t, ya’ll know it’s no struggle, no progress
hmmm, so i told the b-tch work, go topless
church, i’m a muhf-ckin -ssh0l-
tattooed to the sandals, f-ck a b-tch while i stand though
burn a little wax, no candle
i’m buying cubans by the pack, no castro
they know i never try to hide like camo
we in the mothaf-ckin field like rambo
and you know i will steal a rich boy lambo
and drive that mothaf-cka straight to a bando
24/7 get work, i grew up around them hot boyz, lil turk
ay, i’m 25 gotta get turnt, i’m a young rockstar like lil’ kurt
ay, 20 after 4 get burnt, everyday’s friday, no big worm
30 more days till the first and the hood gets paid, you better learn, b-tch

[verse 2: dub-o]
i been around like a merry-go
i swear a year ago, i told myself to p-ss on every hater like a urinal
i ain’t tryna hear no, not gon fear no
we ain’t really have to tell cause n-gg-s still tellin on
name ring ring like a telephone, dub-o!
i don’t know ya, est, i’m a soldier
all we do is smoke doja, still make ‘em say uhhh
master my p’s so cut the head off a cobra
i’m in tip-top shape, yup
if i want it, i could get ya taste girl
play the cut, how the cut should be played yup
everything about me going way up
i sit back and watch you talk a lot while you talk a lot
got to keep it pimpin, so i take the pimpin back to the parking lot
i’m a g wit it, od wit it, n-gg- if we talkin money then you know we get it
your face lookin h-lla mad, yeah you h-lla mad doing h-lla bad, i’m seeing that
and me, i’m eating h-lla crabs, yeah h-lla crabs, getting h-lla fat, by the pocket yeah
b-tch don’t get it twisted, i been poppin on the low
i’m underground wit it, n-gg- you ain’t got a clue
i been had the juice like q on the roof
and you can dig up bishop if you ever want the truth
young n-gg- got

[hook]
thoed -ss, thoed -ss, thoed -ss
blowed -ss, d-ck in the throat -ss
wake up in the morning 100 joints rolled -ss
rich muhf-cka, rich muhf-cka

[verse 3: tezo]
i am from the land till i d-i-e
if you getting right you need a hum-vee
and a big bag of that og
price so low you would swear i wit the police
if she come wit me, she ain’t comin back
tell her put it on my lap, clap it like a jumping jack
run up on me if you want i’ll tell you to, i’ll run it back
i wonder can he handle that, naw he can’t handle that
i got 10 freaky b-tches tryna lick a n-gg- nuts
100 crooked cops tryna get a n-gg- luck
god bless the track n-gg-s
i can see the future and it come wit h-lla racks wit it
like i’m up at saks wit it
young kyrie with the shot
young don juan, what you thought?
take her up top, then i let her drop
i’ma b-a double l until they put me in a box, ball

[hook]

- machine gun kelly lyrics

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