MGK feat. Waka Flocka Flame - Car-fest 3 The game | Текст песни

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• MGK feat. Waka Flocka Flame
• Car-fest 3 The game

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
I'm a wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
I'm a wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's

(MGK)
Kells
I'm an East side Cleveland wild boy (East side Cleveland wild boy)
We got baseball bats like the Indians and my team pop off like cowboys
You're a white flag, throw that towel boy
I'm a jump right in that crowd boy
You're a Shhh! keep it down boy
And I'm a fuck you blow that loud boy
All I know is how to kill every one of my selves
All they know is they can kill anybody but Kells
I am untouchable, you would think I was in jail
But I'm in Mexico getting marijuana from Miguel
Bring it back into the states, put it on a scale
Measure out a half a eighth, put it in a shell
Split it then I roll it and light it up like it's Independence Day
I got a bottle rocket, put it in the air
Snap back with my city on it
Text back with your titties on it
Levis, put your kitty on it
Start grinding like the Clipse is on it
Drink until I get pissy biotch
Smoke until I get dizzy biotch
Lose control like Missy
But I'm a bad boy cause I'm with Diddy biiiiiotch

Uh uh
There he go that's John Doe
Uh uh
There he go that's John Doe
Uh yeah
There he go that's John Doe
Nevermind that's just Kells with that heat, (no) no LeBron though

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
I'm a wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
I'm a wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's

(Waka Flocka)
Brick Squad!!!
Uh oh here come that bullshit
Beat a nigga ass til the DJ stop the music
They say they want that wild shit, mosh pit, pop off in the crowd bitch
I'm so mother fucking violent
Yeah bitch yeah bitch I'm with Steve-o
We bustin bottles with bad bitches, blowin weed smoke
Yeah bitch yeah bitch I'm with Steve-o
Royal rumble in the club John Ceno
I'm screamin Riverdale everywhere I go
I throw that Benz hoe, (hey shawty) drop it low
Fuck 5-0, I make my own rules
Suck my dragon balls bitch call me Goku
Yeahhhhhhhh!
This liquor got the best of me
Yeahhhhhhhh!
This liquor got the best of me
Machine Gun Kelly, Flocka that's the recipe
You gon' need king kong if you step to me

(MGK)
Yeah Cobain's back
Yeah Cobain's back
Got these crazy white boys yellin Cobain's back
I call my weed Nirvana
Smells like teen spirit
And my pack's so fuckin loud you can't hear it (what?)
Ahhhhh!

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
I'm a wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o,
I'm a wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy
I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's

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