Biografía:
Richard Colson Baker (Houston, Texas, Estados Unidos, 22 de abril de 1990), más conocido por su nombre artístico Machine Gun Kelly (o abreviado como MGK), es un rapero estadounidense de Cleveland, Ohio. Su nombre artístico fue dado por su flujo lírico de tiro rápido y es una referencia al famoso criminal George "Machine Gun Kelly" Barnes. Saltó a la fama después de lanzar sus primeros cuatro mixtapes, Stamp of Approval (2006), Homecoming (2008), 100 Words and Running (2010) y Lace Up (2010).
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Otras canciones:
- Bad Things Ft. Camila Cabello
- Home
- I Think I'm Okay
- Why Are You Here
- 27
- A Little More
- At My Best
- Bad Things
- Cant Walk
- Go For Broke
- Golden God
- Habits
- Invincible Wrestlemania 2012 Theme
- Kiss The Sky
- Let You Go
- Merry Go Round
- Mind Of A Stoner
- Moonwalkers
- Rehab
- The Break Up
- The Gunner
- Trap Paris
- Wake Bake
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly]
Em C
Ayy
Am C
Woke up in woke up in
Am Em
Soundin' real godly
C Am
Quavo
Em
Sonny rollin' grams of wax
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Em C Am
Woke up in Paris
Em C Am
Broke all the mirrors (what that mean?)
Em C Am
Must mean, last night was too turnt
Em C
They caught me fucking on camera
Am
I ain't embarrassed
Em C Am
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout?
C Em C Am Em
I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm back now
Am
I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake
Em C Am
And I'm running the streets of the city like Rocky
Am
Who da champ? Who da champ?
Em
Diamond fangs like a vamp
Am
Where's the package with the stamp?
Em C Am
Bust it open by the lamp. Roll it up 'till I cramp
Em C Am
Uh, four rings on my hands, uh
Em
Smoke rings from the grams , uh
C Am
Got a lady and a tramp
Em
Bitch I made it from the trap. Gunner
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Em C Am
I woke up in Paris
Em C Am
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
Em C
First I roll up the lettuce
Am
Then I went back for seconds
Em C Am
Swear that pussy the wettest
Em C Am
I woke up in Paris
Em C Am
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
Em C
First I roll up the lettuce
Am
Then I went back for seconds
Em C Am
Swear that pussy the wettest
[Verse 2: Quavo]
C
Made it from the bottom
Em Am
What you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
Em C
I made it from the bottom
Em Am
What you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
Em C
When I was on the bottom
Am Em
You didn't hang out with me (no way)
Am
Now I got some dollars
Am Em
They keep hanging with me (yeah)
C Am Em
Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy (that's your fantasy)
C Am Em
Pull up with the gang and stop playing with me (stop playing)
C
You took too much of Coco
Em
It made your nose bleed (trippin)
C
Too turnt for the bando (too)
Em
Shoot two times through the window (shoot)
C
Pop one off with a kick though (pop one)
Am
Pop one off this endo (shoot)
C
Old money like a Nintendo
Am
Bring it back home, this the reload (bring back)
Em C
Crips mights call it a kilo (crip)
Am Em
Bloods might call it a bilo (blood)
Am
Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist)
Em
Heat it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah)
Am
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Em
Whole thang in my lap
Am
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Em
Got your girl in my lap (yeah)
Am
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Em
Got the police running laps (yeah)
Am
Bitch I made it from the trap
Em
Bitch I made it out the trap
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Em C Am
I woke up in Paris
Em C Am
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
Em C
First I roll up the lettuce
Am
Then I went back for seconds
Em C Am
Swear that pussy the wettest
Em C Am
I woke up in Paris
Em C Am
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
Em C
First I roll up the lettuce
Am
Then I went back for seconds
Em C Am
Swear that pussy the wettest
Em C
Ayy
Am C
Woke up in woke up in
Am Em
Soundin' real godly
C Am
Quavo
Em
Sonny rollin' grams of wax
[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
Em C Am
Woke up in Paris
Em C Am
Broke all the mirrors (what that mean?)
Em C Am
Must mean, last night was too turnt
Em C
They caught me fucking on camera
Am
I ain't embarrassed
Em C Am
Pull up, back home, flag on, tats out, what the fuck is that 'bout?
C Em C Am Em
I'm home-bred, hometown, been around the world, I'm back now
Am
I'm Mr. Miyagi with wax in the sake
Em C Am
And I'm running the streets of the city like Rocky
Am
Who da champ? Who da champ?
Em
Diamond fangs like a vamp
Am
Where's the package with the stamp?
Em C Am
Bust it open by the lamp. Roll it up 'till I cramp
Em C Am
Uh, four rings on my hands, uh
Em
Smoke rings from the grams , uh
C Am
Got a lady and a tramp
Em
Bitch I made it from the trap. Gunner
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Em C Am
I woke up in Paris
Em C Am
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
Em C
First I roll up the lettuce
Am
Then I went back for seconds
Em C Am
Swear that pussy the wettest
Em C Am
I woke up in Paris
Em C Am
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
Em C
First I roll up the lettuce
Am
Then I went back for seconds
Em C Am
Swear that pussy the wettest
[Verse 2: Quavo]
C
Made it from the bottom
Em Am
What you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
Em C
I made it from the bottom
Em Am
What you thinking of me? (what you thinking)
Em C
When I was on the bottom
Am Em
You didn't hang out with me (no way)
Am
Now I got some dollars
Am Em
They keep hanging with me (yeah)
C Am Em
Take a lot of Molly, that's your fantasy (that's your fantasy)
C Am Em
Pull up with the gang and stop playing with me (stop playing)
C
You took too much of Coco
Em
It made your nose bleed (trippin)
C
Too turnt for the bando (too)
Em
Shoot two times through the window (shoot)
C
Pop one off with a kick though (pop one)
Am
Pop one off this endo (shoot)
C
Old money like a Nintendo
Am
Bring it back home, this the reload (bring back)
Em C
Crips mights call it a kilo (crip)
Am Em
Bloods might call it a bilo (blood)
Am
Put my wrist in a freezer (wrist)
Em
Heat it up, turn it up to beast mode (yeah)
Am
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Em
Whole thang in my lap
Am
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Em
Got your girl in my lap (yeah)
Am
Bitch I made it from the trap (trap)
Em
Got the police running laps (yeah)
Am
Bitch I made it from the trap
Em
Bitch I made it out the trap
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Em C Am
I woke up in Paris
Em C Am
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
Em C
First I roll up the lettuce
Am
Then I went back for seconds
Em C Am
Swear that pussy the wettest
Em C Am
I woke up in Paris
Em C Am
In the bed, with a bad bitch (bad bitch, bad bitch)
Em C
First I roll up the lettuce
Am
Then I went back for seconds
Em C Am
Swear that pussy the wettest
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