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Machine Gun Kelly

Genres: Hip-Hop

Roulette Lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

This that motherfucking rider, music 

This that motherfucking rider, music 

All night, when I'm roulette 

Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty? 

But I'm chosen, so I'm roulette 

With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we roulette 

All through traffic with this mob apparatus 

These people want me in a casket, still I'm roulette 

I heard Heaven got a place for me there but I don't know if I'm goin', ah 

 

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Smoking on Sequoia, running from my paranoia 

Hollywood want me to come and live and die in California 

I ain't going out like river phoenix 

I wanna enjoy all of the spoils 

I'm a golden boy like Oscar de la Hoya, I'm a soldier 

Mask up like it's the end of October 

Blowing doja in the streets with Mannie Fresh down in the 'Noia, I done told ya 

When it comes to beefing, I ain't kosher 

Bought a cobra just to keep you snakes closer 

I conspire motive 

Y'all can try and clone this 

Get them lines quoted but Him and I know this 

None of my opponents hold the eyes open 

Rip out the heart to let them all die soulless 

 

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This that motherfucking rider, music 

This that motherfucking rider, music (Eastside, ayy) 

This that motherfucking rider, music 

This that motherfucking rider, music 

All night, when I'm roulette 

Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty? 

But I'm chosen, so I'm roulette 

With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we roulette 

All through traffic with this mob apparatus 

These people want me in a casket, still I'm roulette 

I heard Heaven got a place for me there but I don't know if I'm goin', ah 

 

Wait, I heard they said they want the old Gunner 

Fuck 'em, I still turn coyotes into road runners 

Fuck a family, I'll leave your ass with no brothers 

It ain't no love when you become a man with no mother 

That's what it was 

I used to get my ass beat just because (For real) 

I ran away, hit the trap, they couldn't make me budge 

Junior year, my homie selling crack right off the bus 

Knew that I wasn't turning back when I got cuffed 

Fuck a charge, this a territory, y'all don't wanna march 

Cemetery full of graves, I could finish what you started 

Lost a milli when they sued me for a fight inside a bar 

I hope you pussies think of me every time you see the scars 

 

This that motherfucking rider, music 

This that motherfucking rider, music (Eastside, ayy) 

This that motherfucking rider, music 

This that motherfucking rider, music 

All night, when I'm roulette 

Dirty, how many times you gon' play with death before you thirty? 

But I'm chosen, so I'm roulette 

With 11 of my closest, on a mission to get rich like Danny Ocean, how we roulette 

All through traffic with this mob apparatus 

These people want me in a casket, still I'm roulette 

I heard Heaven got a place for me there but I don't know if I'm goin', ah 

 

Yeah, 24/7, I keep my eyes open, ready 

All these sides show me they want me gone like I'm Makaveli 

On the cross when they cross me over 

Over something so petty 

Kill 'em all even if I die like Method Man did in Belly 

I am Gun Kelly 

Ain't shit you can tell me 

Get me drunk and mad enough, I go pop the trunk at the Chevy 

I'm a dad and a savage, this is not an image, I get it 

Rap for currency, like I'm spitter Andretti 

And let it fall like confetti 

Ball for my dawgs that got locked in the celly 

And fuck the one that turned on me, I will never forget it 

You learn, it's your own homies you knew since the beginning 

They see you winning and they wanna see you finished 

God damn! 

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