Guns & Roses Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, it's a new day, I feel great

Bitch, I'm about to get paid

Kill that boy on live, yeah, I put him right on display

Spit on his name, that's the type of distaste I got for ya

Prayers have been heard, yeah, that's God for ya

Guns and roses, but no guitar for ya

I'ma play it anyway

Bad little bitch, let me pull up any day

That's the type of love that she got for me

Four, five, forty-five shots in the back, homie

Too alive, too alive, feelin' really great, homie

We outside, we outside, smoke the leaves, we rake, homie

Hold on, hold on

Put a pause on it, yeah, tell that bitch to slow down

Why you tuggin' on my chain? Do we gotta go now?

Slow down, please!

Wait a second

Addicted to the music, I don't need to make it

Wait a second

Addicted to the music, yeah, I need to make it

Walk into the room, she already naked

Walk into the, walk into the room, yeah, I'm makin' bacon

Makin' money, makin' dollar signs, makin' Benjamins and Thomas too

Too big, need a couple bucks just to talk to you

Too big, don't give two fucks, don't wanna talk to you

Shut the fuck up

Yeah, yeah, it's a new day, I feel great

Bitch, I'm about to get paid

Kill that boy on live, yeah, I put him right on display

Spit on his name, that's the type of distaste I got for ya

Prayers have been heard, yeah, that's God for ya

Guns and roses, but no guitar for ya

I'ma play it anyway

Bad little bitch, let me pull up any day

That's the type of love that she got for me

Four, five, forty-five shots in the back, homie

Too alive, too alive, feelin' really great, homie

We outside, we outside, smoke the leaves, we rake, homie

Hold on, hold on