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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

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CHANCE THE RAPPER – I Shoulda Left You lyrics

Zaytoven
Ah! What? Why you followin’ me?
Where you think…?
Ain’t you…? Ugh

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

Niggas been hatin’ since 2014
‘Cause they ain’t wanna see a youngin’ on the big screen
This shit ain’t been the same since 2015
I lost a lot of people in 2016
The Lord told me they want it in for me
The hoes won’t get a lesson from me
If I get locked down would you send for me?
She ain’t go for you but she went for me
Ayy, look what you done done to me
Remember when they used to make fun of me
I pull up like trucks and they run from me
Bleu cheese, yeah my pockets where the hundreds be
I ain’t met a bitch yet say she done with me
Bitch keep tryna show me her tummy ring
I’m a king so she under me
I still keep a stick like a pogo
You say you gonna rob me, that’s a no-no
I still get them things in for the low low
Yeah we got more pumps than a GoLo
Long nights in the skreets like a hobo
A nigga diss on me, he a homo
He claim he don’t know me, but his ho know
The rap game ain’t the same since Lud Foe
Since Lud Foe

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

Fuck 2016
I’m a boss, I got sauce, now she wanna striptease
Man I made it out the hunnids, I only count blue things
I only drive big wings, all I drive is big wing
Hit the studio with you, got ’bout 20 16s
We gon’ leave all the rumors back in 2016
It must suck to be you, got your girls in the Lex, peace
Baby girl say she 20, actin’ like she 16
Leave that fake flexin’ up in 2016
Don and Blitzen on your baby
Slidin’ in them Vickies
Got a donkey on you, baby, can’t believe it, Ripley’s
Merry Christmas, space jammin’, swear I got ’bout six rings

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
G, go somewhere, would you lose my number please?
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

You a throwback with your old ass
Talkin’ ’bout, “We go back”
You need to go back
To wherever, I don’t give a fuck, go ‘way
Leave your attitude at the doorway
Leave your ass too at the doorway
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
I ain’t ever like your ass, I ain’t ever like your ass
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
Why your ass workin’ that same old tired ass job?
They ain’t fire your ass in ’08?
Now I’m ’bout to show your ass
Shoulda worked above your ass
I ain’t tryna find your ass no way
Got too many bodies you a throw ‘way
Rest in peace to great David Bowie
Please can we get back Prince?
Please can we get back Kim..?
Bo Slice, boy I swear that they gave you life
Shoulda left your ass in the pen’
Please can we get back Craig Sager?
Leave your ass at the rim
[?], no press, no questions
Actually one simple question

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left, shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Jeremih & Chance The Rapper feat. Lud Foe – I Shoulda Left You Lyrics

(Intro – Chance The Rapper)
IGH! What? Why you following me?
Where you think
Ain’t you Ugh

(Pre Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
Why the hell you standing front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still are talkin bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

(Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

(Verse 1 – Lud Foe)
Ni**as been hating since 2014
Cause they ain’t wanna see a younging on the big screen
This shit ain’t been the same since 2015
I lost a lot of people in 2016
The Lord told me they want it in for me
The hoes won’t get a lesson from me
If I get locked down would you send for me?
She ain’t go for you but she went for me
Ayy, look what you done done to me
Remember when they used to make fun of me
I pull up like trucks and they run from me
Bleu cheese, yeah my pockets where the hundreds be
I ain’t met a bi**h yet say she done with me
Bi**h keep tryna show me her tummy ring
I’m a king so she honor me
I still keep a stick like a pogo
You say you gonna rob me, that’s a no-no
I still get them things in for the low low
Yeah we got more pumps than a GoLo
Long nights in the skreets like a hobo
A ni**a diss on me, he a homo
He claim he don’t know me, but his ho know
The rap game ain’t the same since Lud Foe
Since Lud Foe

(Pre Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
Why the hell you standing front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still are tahm bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

(Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

(Verse 2 – Jeremih)
F**k 2016
I’m a boss, I got sauce, now she wanna striptease
Man I made it out the hunnids, I only count blue things
I only drive big wings, all I drive is big wing
Hit the studio with you, got bout 20 16s
We gon leave all the rumors back in 2016
It must s**k to be you, got your girls in the Lex, peace
Baby girl say she 20, acting like she 16
Leave that fake flexing up in 2016
Don and Blitzen on your baby, sliding in them Vickies
Got a donkey on you, baby, can’t believe it, Ripley’s
Merry Christmas, space jamming, swear I got bout six rings

(Pre Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
Why the hell you standing front of me?
G, go somewhere, would you lose my number please?
You still are tahm bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

(Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

(Verse 3 – Chance The Rapper)
You a throwback with your old ass
Talking bout, We go back
You need to go back
To wherever, I don’t give a f**k, go way
Leave your attitude at the doorway
Leave your ass too at the doorway
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
I ain’t ever like your ass, I ain’t ever like your ass
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
Why your ass working that same old tired ass job?
They ain’t fire your ass in 08?
Now I’m bout to show your ass
Shoulda worked above your ass
I ain’t tryna find your ass no way
Got too many bodies you a throw way
Rest in peace to great David Bowie
Please can we get back Prince?
Please can we get back Kim?
Bo Slice, boy I swear that they gave you life
Shoulda left your ass in the pen’
Please can we get back Craig Sager?
Leave your ass at the rim
Three feet, no pressure, no press, no questions
Actually one simple question

(Pre Chorus – Chance The Rapper)
Why the hell you standing front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still are tahm bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

(Outro – Jeremih)
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left, shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Chance The Rapper & Jeremih – I Shoulda Left You

[Intro: Chance The Rapper]
Zaytoven
Ah! What? Why you followin’ me?
Where you think…?
Ain’t you…? Ugh

[Pre-Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
Niggas been hatin’ since 2014
‘Cause they ain’t wanna see a youngin’ on the big screen
This shit ain’t been the same since 2015
I lost a lot of people in 2016
The Lord told me they want it in for me
The hoes won’t get a lesson from me
If I get locked down would you send for me?
She ain’t go for you but she went for me
Ayy, look what you done done to me
Remember when they used to make fun of me
I pull up like trucks and they run from me
Bleu cheese, yeah my pockets where the hundreds be
I ain’t met a bitch yet say she done with me
Bitch keep tryna show me her tummy ring
I’m a king so she under me
I still keep a stick like a pogo
You say you gonna rob me, that’s a no-no
I still get them things in for the low low
Yeah we got more pumps than a GoLo
Long nights in the skreets like a hobo
A nigga diss on me, he a homo
He claim he don’t know me, but his ho know
The rap game ain’t the same since Lud Foe
Since Lud Foe

[Pre-Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Fuck 2016
I’m a boss, I got sauce, now she wanna striptease
Man I made it out the hunnids, I only count blue things
I only drive big wings, all I drive is big wing
Hit the studio with you, got ’bout 20 16s
We gon’ leave all the rumors back in 2016
It must suck to be you, got your girls in the Lex, peace
Baby girl say she 20, actin’ like she 16
Leave that fake flexin’ up in 2016
Don and Blitzen on your baby
Slidin’ in them Vickies
Got a donkey on you, baby, can’t believe it, Ripley’s
Merry Christmas, space jammin’, swear I got ’bout six rings

[Pre-Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
G, go somewhere, would you lose my number please?
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

[Verse 3: Chance The Rapper]
You a throwback with your old ass
Talkin’ ’bout, "We go back"
You need to go back
To wherever, I don’t give a fuck, go ‘way
Leave your attitude at the doorway
Leave your ass too at the doorway
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
I ain’t ever like your ass, I ain’t ever like your ass
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
Why your ass workin’ that same old tired ass job?
They ain’t fire your ass in ’08?
Now I’m ’bout to show your ass
Shoulda worked above your ass
I ain’t tryna find your ass no way
Got too many bodies you a throw ‘way
Rest in peace to great David Bowie
Please can we get back Prince?
Please can we get back Kim..?
Bo Slice, boy I swear that they gave you life
Shoulda left your ass in the pen’
Please can we get back Craig Sager?
Leave your ass at the rim
[?], no press, no questions
Actually one simple question

[Pre-Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

[Outro: Jeremih]
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left, shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Chance The Rapper – I Shoulda Left You lyrics

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Zaytoven
Ah! What? Why you followin’ me?
Where you think…?
Ain’t you…? Ugh

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

Niggas been hatin’ since 2014
‘Cause they ain’t wanna see a youngin’ on the big screen
This shit ain’t been the same since 2015
I lost a lot of people in 2016
The Lord told me they want it in for me
The hoes won’t get a lesson from me
If I get locked down would you send for me?
She ain’t go for you but she went for me
Ayy, look what you done done to me
Remember when they used to make fun of me
I pull up like trucks and they run from me
Bleu cheese, yeah my pockets where the hundreds be
I ain’t met a bitch yet say she done with me
Bitch keep tryna show me her tummy ring
I’m a king so she under me
I still keep a stick like a pogo
You say you gonna rob me, that’s a no-no
I still get them things in for the low low
Yeah we got more pumps than a golo
Long nights in the skreets like a hobo
A nigga diss on me, he a homo
He claim he don’t know me, but his ho know
The rap game ain’t the same since Lud Foe
Since Lud Foe

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

Fuck 2016
I’m a boss, I got sauce, now she wanna striptease
Man I made it out the hunnids, I only count blue things
I only drive big wings, all I drive is big wing
Hit the studio with you, got ’bout 20 16s
We gon’ leave all the rumors back in 2016
It must suck to be you, got your girls in the Lex, peace
Baby girl say she 20, actin’ like she 16
Leave that bitch, flexin’ up in 2016
Don and Blitzen on your babies
Slidin’ in them Vickies
Got a donkey on you, baby, can’t believe it, Ripley’s
Merry Christmas, space jammin’, swear I got ’bout six rings

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
G, go somewhere, would you lose my number please?
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you in 2016
I shoulda left you back in 2016
Now I shoulda left you back in 2016
They shoulda left you back in 2016

You a throwback with your old ass
Talkin’ ’bout, “We go back”
You need to go back
To wherever, I don’t give a fuck, go ‘way
Leave your attitude at the doorway
Leave your ass too at the doorway
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
I ain’t ever like your ass, I ain’t ever like your ass
I ain’t ever like your ass no way
Why your ass workin’ that same old tired ass job?
They ain’t fire your ass in ’08?
Now I’m ’bout to show your ass
Shoulda worked above your ass
I ain’t tryna find your ass no way
Got too many bodies you a throw ‘way
Rest in peace to great David Bowie
Please can we get back Prince?
Please can we get back Kim..?
Bo Slice, boy I swear that they gave you life
Shoulda left your ass in the pen’
Please can we get back Craig Sager?
Leave your ass at the rim
[?], no press, no questions
Actually one simple question

Why the hell you standin’ front of me?
I swear you just said you was done with me
You still all talkin’ ’bout what you gonna be
Need to get some money
I shoulda left you

I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
I shoulda left, shoulda left you
I shoulda left you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah