Machine Gun Kelly - Loco lyrics

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Machine Gun Kelly - Loco lyrics

Hated the most, so I keep my haters close Let em know I want the smoke, so much bread I gotta boast This burner turn you into toast I'm so G I don't keep that pistol on me Ay I'll beat yo a** you try to press that issue on me Ay I keep a stash under all these zippers on me I got b**hes blowin like I got a whistle on me Ay can't stop getting paper Ay can't stop rollin papers Ay LSD and c**a Ay live la vida loca Aye she gone feed me grapes Ay we don't go on dates Ay got a man at home but she love the way I taste Tatted on my choker Shoppin sprees at Dover I ain't stopping sh** till I'm 70 years older Slap me if I'm sober Yea yea yea come over f**ed two girls that looked like Tina Fey and Amy Poehler Back shot back shot back shot back shot right behind the backdrop Can't stop can't stop can't stop can't stop turnin up like mascots Matlock Matlock Matlock Matlock want me in them padlocks I hope you got a plan, catch me if you can hoe Yea hoe, can't get jammed hoe, I'll be damned hoe Yea hoe, I'm the man hoe, from the Land hoe Yea hoe, out them bandos, to these bands hoe Sandals for my fam though -- 3, 2, 1, takeoff Jets round the world with them And you know we gotta fly with the herb with them In the town I'm a chief like turbo and them Shouts for the flow G Herbo and them I just got the cell phone workin again I just got the styrofoam purple again Never make threats non-verbal again You already know how im lurkin again Gunna Back shot back shot back shot back shot right behind the backdrop Can't stop can't stop can't stop can't stop turnin up like mascots Matlock Matlock Matlock Matlock want me in them padlocks I hope you got a plan, catch me if you can hoe Ay can't stop getting paper Ay can't stop rollin papers Ay LSD and c**a Ay live la vida loca Aye she gone feed me grapes Ay we don't go on dates Ay got a man at home but she love the way I taste Ay can't stop getting paper Ay can't stop rollin papers Ay LSD and c**a Ay live la vida loca Aye she gone feed me grapes Ay we don't go on dates Ay got a man at home but she love the way I taste