Middle CHILD
Ah Whoa Oh Yeah, yeah Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child By the age of thirteen, bitch, I was young and wild Caught my first case, then I got kicked out my mama house Got nowhere to stay, bitch I'm runnin' in your fuckin' house (bitch) With them 30's out (yeah), f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah) Yeah, runnin' 'round the city, I swear I'm lurking out (lurking out) Baby I'm high as shit, I'm off a percy now (percy now) Huh, nigga run up on me, I'ma blow him down So much cash in my jeans, Louis V, pocket wallet Niggas hate, niggas bitches, niggas bitches, pocket watchin' Uh, not talkin' 'bout no pistol, I'm talkin' 30's now (30's now) Hey, 30's now, 30 bands, 30 now (hey) Pussy nigga always talkin', why the f*ck these niggas talkin'? I don't know, pull up slow, sticks out the window, look what you started Huh, yeah, catch a opp, better bounce out, we gon' burn him down (burn him down) Run him down, 30 rounds, sending rounds (buck, buck, buck) Hold up, niggas don't want no smoke Roll up dead niggas when I smoke Babies, she put it all in her throat She suck my dick while I'm floatin' the Ghost New bustdown, yeah, my wrist is on froze (ice) These niggas is hoes, I keep me a pole I swear these new bitches be doing the most Slimin' like I'm drippin' snot from my nose (slatt) You know I came from the mud with this (mud) They never showed me no love with this (yeah) I had to jugg and finesse, was just standing on corner Was selling them drugs and shit (drugs) They used to be on some other shit (uh) Now they see me coming up and shit (uh) I tell them leeches to suck a dick (uh) Nowadays they see me dubbin' shit Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child By the age of thirteen, bitch, I was young and wild Caught my first case, then I got kicked out my mama house Got nowhere to stay, bitch I'm runnin' in your fuckin' house (bitch) With them 30's out (yeah), f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah) Yeah, runnin' 'round the city, I swear I'm lurking out (lurking out) Baby I'm high as shit, I'm off a percy now (percy now) Huh, nigga run up on me, I'ma blow him down So much cash in my jeans, Louis V, pocket wallet Niggas hate, niggas bitches, niggas bitches, pocket watchin' Uh, not talkin' 'bout no pistol, I'm talkin' 30's now (30's now) Hey, 30's now, 30 bands, 30 now (hey)
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