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middle child - 40 shiesty lyrics

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[intro: srt wick]
ah
oh*oh
oh, yeah
mello made it right

[chorus: srt wick & mello beatzz]
mama had five boys, me, i was the middle child
by the age of 13, b*tch, i was young and wild
caught my first case, then i got kicked out my mama house
got nowhere to stay, b*tch, i’m runnin’ in your f*ckin’ house (b*tch)
with them 30s out (yeah), f*ck you talkin’ ’bout? (yeah)
yeah, ridin’ ’round ’round the city, i swear i’m lurking out (lurking out)
really i’m high as sh*t, i’m off a perky now (perky now)
huh, n*gga run up on me, i’ma blow eem down

[post*chorus: mello beatzz]
so much cash in my jeans, louis v, pocket wallet
n*ggas hate, n*ggas b*tches, n*ggas b*tches, pocket watchin’
uh, not talkin’ ’bout no pistol, talkin’ 30s now (30s now)
hey, hey, 30s now, 30 bands, 30 now (hey)

[verse: srt wick & mello beatzz]
p*ssy n*gga always talkin’, why the f*ck these n*ggas talkin’?
i don’t know, pull up slow, sticks out the window, look what you started
huh, yeah, catch a opp outta bounds and wе gon’ burn eem down (burn eem down)
burn eem down, 30 rounds, hunnid rounds (buck, buck, buck)
hold up, n*ggas don’t want no smoke
roll up, dead n*ggas when i smokе
bad b*tch, she put it all in her throat
she suck my d*ck while i float in the ghost
new bustdown, yeah, my wrist is on froze (ice)
these n*ggas is hoes, i keep me a pole
i swear these new b*tches 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, used to stand on the corner
was selling them drugs and sh*t (drugs)
they used to be on some other sh*t (uh)
now they see me coming up and sh*t (uh)
i tell them leeches to suck a d*ck (uh)
nowadays they see me dubbin’ sh*t

[chorus: srt wick & mello beatzz]
mama had five boys, me, i was the middle child
by the age of 13, b*tch, i was young and wild
caught my first case, then i got kicked out my mama house
got nowhere to stay, b*tch, i’m runnin’ in your f*ckin’ house (b*tch)
with them 30s out (yeah), f*ck you talkin’ ’bout? (yeah)
yeah, ridin’ ’round ’round the city, i swear i’m lurking out (lurking out)
really i’m high as sh*t, i’m off a perky now (perky now)
huh, n*gga run up on me, i’ma blow eem down

[post*chorus: mello beatzz]
so much cash in my jeans, louis v, pocket wallet
n*ggas hate, n*ggas b*tches, n*ggas b*tches, pocket watchin’
uh, not talkin’ ’bout no pistol, talkin’ 30s now (30s now)
hey, hey, 30s now, 30 bands, 30 now (hey)

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