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Chip Off The Block Lyrics - Artist : Machine Gun Kelly
[Slim Gudz:]
Hold up, hold up, hold up I don't think y'all know what's going on right now They got MGK in the booth He about to go in MGK light this bitch up, lets go Brrrrrrrrrrrr [Machine Gun Kelly:] Whoever! Would've thought that a little muthafucker from The Land wouldda came up and made them stacks? Never was warm in the city, so I had to get on the record and come blaze these tracks And I'm all around haters everyday, but I guess that's just what fame attracts But fuck that, where the bucks at? Man I need that green in my box like Apple Jacks Matter fact, see me in a ride so foreign you can't understand 6 speed hitting 60, 0 to 3, so come catch me if you can Speak in ebonics, give a fuck what Mr. Webster said Let a smart girl read my dick-tionary, I call that "Ms. Webster head" Man I gotta get it, when I'm gonna get it, how I gotta get it, and whenever Imma do, I get that Every moment I want it, cause every day I be grinding So when you wanna make a move, I'm with that, yeah Chip off the block Monster in the booth taking off the lock And put the shit back on when I'm on the top So I got the game cuffed up like the cops And I don't fuck with them But the Eastside? Yeah, I got love for them Anybody wanna hate on me, then get on my level, but you will never ever, so I got scrubs for them Yeah, and I'm from the city where all of the good die young and the old don't make it So we just hang in in the middle ground Ready for whatever boy, don't mistake it Bitch I'm from Cleveland, bet they know what we claim Cause we ryling muthafuckers, EST in the game Bitch [Slim Gudz |
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