Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, red light’s on in the Boulevard
That means business
Throw up in this bitch, I might
Corny bitches make me sick
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Gunna

[Verse 1]
Made man like Joe Pesci
I need Deniro or I’ll Rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an Uber helicopter
Bought a pound from a rasta
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Award shelves need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David Bowie of my generation
Kill the Moët bottle with no hesitation
Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
We still roll together every day
Except we might be on a private plane
Why would you ever come from nothing
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

[Hook]
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous

[Verse 2]
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a laser
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Double X, we the hardest
Me, Dub-O, Mercy Marty
Should’ve never got us started
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
Do you know how I’m regarded?
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
King of marijuana gardens
I can’t stop myself from coughing
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Custom made for the new house
Can’t believe I never had shit
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
20/20 vision, see the future
Looks like the crown do fit
I am king of this new shit, 7 rings and a pool stick
8 ball, and a suede robe – 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, fighter, not a lover
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
I’m with bitches burning rubber
I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Models be on the same thang, thang
EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang

[Hook]
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 of the party

[Break]
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
Bitch, I thought you had the clout

[Hook]
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still all the way dangerous

Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God

Ay, red lights on in the boulevard
That means business
Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might
Corny bitches make me sick
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Gunna
Made man like Joe Pesci
I need DeNiro or I’ll rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an Uber helicopter
Bought a pound from a rasta
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Award shows need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David Bowie of my generation
Kill them all, we violent with no hesitation
Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
We still roll together every day
Except we might be on a private plane
Why would you ever come from nothing
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted
Baby you’re 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 of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talk about a laser
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Double X, we the hardest
Need double mercy Marty
Should’ve never got it started
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
Do you know how I’m regarded?
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
King of marijuana gardens
I can’t stop myself from coughing
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Custom made for the new house
Can’t believe I never had shit
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
20/20 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, let sway roll, 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, fighter, not a lover
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
I’m with bitches burning rubber
Yah I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Models 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 of the party
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
Bitch, I thought you had the clout
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still all the way dangerous

Cherry lambo – Evalyn lyrics

Lyrics Evalyn – Cherry lambo

I wanna work less, but I wanna make more
Wanna be king in a cherry Lambo
I wanna go hard, but I wanna lay low, I want it all
I want a boyfriend, but I wanna run free
Wanna be nasty, wanna be sweet
Want the West Coast with the little Wall Street, I want it all.

Got debt that I owe, f*ck what you know
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, oohhh.

I wanna hop trains, wanna win the lotto
And buy my mama a sick condo
In my Chuck Taylors and my Tom Ford, I want it all
I wanna work less, but I wanna make more
We could be kings in a cherry Lambo
If you wanna hang tight or you wanna let go, we’ll have it all.

Got debt that we owe, f*ck what we know
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
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Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh.

Got debt that I owe, f*ck what I now
American dreams aren’t cheap
If your God had hope, but still feel low
Baby, you’re just like me.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh.

So pick up your drink, let’s be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, ooh
Hands up like we’re free, to be anything
That we wanna be, yeah, oohhh.
Evalyn lyrics
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Ace Hood – Hustle Hard Remix Lyrics (ft. Rick Ross & Lil Wayne)

ACE HOOD
Hustle Hard Remix Lyrics (ft. Rick Ross & Lil Wayne)

[Ace Hood]
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle,)

[Chorus]
Same old shit, just a different day
out here tryna get it, each and every way
momma need a house
baby need some shoes
times are getting hard
guess what I’mma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard

[Ace Hood – Verse 1]
Okay, I’m booked out until August
Show money deposits
See the shit then I cop it
got but a house note in my pocket
I’m on south beach with the top off
Bad bitch and her ass soft
Something outta that catalogue
She introduced to that lock jaw
and I think her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was Sheila
My chevy sittin’ too high
I call that Wiz Khalifa
And I’m all about the new Franklins
Aint talkin’ Aretha
Bitch my league too major
I’m hiphop Derek Jeter
And I’m still feeling my pockets
Big bass and its knocking
Yeah this be the remix
But still ride around with that rocket
I’ll go walking back to my household
“We The best” be the logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinero
N-gga flow so retarded
we be getting gnarley
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party cause its the

Same old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard
Guess what I’mma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard

[Rick Ross]
24′s on my Beemer
You never know when I slide up
19 in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in that K.O.D
King Of Diamonds thats me n-gga
No you bitches can’t get my beat
Choppers only thing free n-ggas
Step to me and I teach you
Somebody text his picture
Straight drop in my
Ace knocking my speakers
Last night I counted 1 mill
This morning 150
P-ssy n-ggas can’t count me out, don’t make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V12 ?, jet blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes

Same old brick, but’s it’s different yay
Yeah thats candy paint, On my 7 Tre

[Lil Wayne]
Same old sh-t, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what we gon do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

[Ace Hood]
Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard

[Lil Wayne]
Ok, now, black card in my pocket
Riding round in that gotti
Pistol off my boxers
I aint got time to be boxing
Got a red bone she look tropic
If she f-ck me right then she shopping
Young money we poppin’
I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, thats Polo
Grilled up like Ocho
Chuck Taylors with no socks
You n-ggas chicken, pollo
N-gga live in Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real n-gga I’m authentic
I’ll f-ck the bitches ’til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bartending
Couple homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
Free my n-gga T.I
SooWoo to the beehive
Got a G6 and a G5
You p-ssy n-ggas you feline
Don’t stop the party, we be getting gnarley
Oh kimosabe, I’m with Mack, ? and Marley

Cause its the same old sh-t, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Momma need a house, baby need some shoes
For that Carter IV, bitch, it’s coming soon

[Ace Hood]
Same old sh-t, just a different day
out here tryna get it, each and every way
momma need a house
baby need some shoes
times are getting hard
guess what I’mma do