
letra de middle child - 40 shiesty
[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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