Текст песни
Aye red lights on in the boulevard on the Low. That means business. Aye. Throw up in this bitch. I'm like Corny bitches make me sick. I might throw up in this bitch, throw up In this bitch. Gunna. Made man like John Pesci. Aye. I need the near or I'll rob her. I had to skate Wayne Gretzky. Call the Uber helicopter. Bought a pound from a Rasta. Aye. Bought the yayo from a gal though. Awards shelf need an Oscar. They need my merchandise on Melrose. David Bowie of my generation. Kill 'em all, we ballin' with no hesitation. Came from public education, yeah. Ramen noodles with the bacon, yeah. I was working at Chipotle. What? I was finna have a baby. What? Went from stealing out of Walmart to president Of operations. What? Dub was working at the Steel Shop. Slim was working off of First Block. We still roll together every day. What? Except we might be on a private plane. Jeez. Why would you ever come from nothing. Why? And not do whatever the fuck you wanted? They be asking why I'm such a legend. I took so much acid I be forgetting. I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god. I'm on the roof with a party. What? Still almost famous. Still wallaway dangerous. Still dirty Chuck Taylors. Still hanging with the gangsters. The type to put the red beam on you. I ain't talking about a laser. We the golden squad, we the golden squad. Double X, we the hardest. Double Me, Dub, and Marcy Marty. Yeah. Shoulda never got us started. Motherfucker I'm retarded. Do you know how I'm regarded? How? King of underground, king of Cleveland town, King of marijuana gardens. I can't stop myself from coughing. Four thousand dollar ball rip. Custom-made for the new house. Can't believe I never had shit. 2012 was a good year. 2017 too lit. 2020 vision see the future. Looks like the crown do fit. I am king of this new shit. Seven rings and a pool stick. 8-Ball and Sway row. Rockstars don't say no. This beat so flame though. I forgot to say my name though. Bitch I'm G-U-double N-A. Gunna. Never like my mother. Fight or not a lover, man I'm wildin' every Summer. I ain't like my daddy. He religious, I'm with bitches burning rubber. Yeah I'm a desperado. Whiskey bottles,.38, bang bang bang. My hoes be on the same thang thang. EST that's the gang gang gang. I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god. I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god. I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god. I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god. I'm on the roof with a party. Yeah. Bitch I thought it was a drought. Yeah. Bitch I thought you had the clout. I'm a golden god, I'm a golden god. I'm on the roof with a party. Still almost famous. Still wallaway dangerous. Still wallaway dangerous.
Machine Gun Kelly — Golden God
«Golden God» — Machine Gun Kelly. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:19. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
