World Series mgk

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[Intro]
Yeah
Kells

[Verse 1]
Who the fuck want it with him?
We ball like the Indians at the World Series 8th inning
I'm gone, rolling with Nicole Kidman
I hit the pussy like a bong, fuck show business
We in the jungle with the guerillas
We in the streets with the four wheelers
Don't speak I am no witness
You got beef?
Put an end to your talking like long sentence, ah, period
Uh, motherfucker, I'm serious
Who your favorite rapper? I'm curious
He ain't living out them words
He ain't used Machine Gun's verse on the track 'cause his ass got murdered, uh
I'm talking in the third
I'm talking to a stealer and he ain't from the Burgh
You talking to a Cleveland motherfucker in the first
So you better not get on my nerves, biatch
I need herb, though, keep me moving like turtle
Keep me seeing this purple
Keep it banging like Kirko
Work something, twerk something
Bitch, fuck me now she worth something
Gas tank on E, it ain't worth fronting
Tryin' to stunt on me the worst coming, okay
Motherfuckers gonna need some plumbing, I am the shit
And I feel like eating something
Feeding my stomach
Give me a rapper, make it a hundred
Fuck it, give 'em the hubble telescope
They couldn't see the youngin', no (Ah)
Fuck it, let 'em get a lil' something
Bring em to the block do a lil stuntin', that ain't nothing
Everywhere I go, I'm puttin' on
I ain't bluffing
Everywhere I go, I'm puttin' on
Bitch, I run it, Kells

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