Lyrics:
Bruh I will not play monkey In da middle
Promise I said fuck that game since I was little
My father told me to buss they shit make em remember
I
people fell in love
Right now at a picnic shelter down by Caney creek
You'll find potato salad, hot dogs and baked beans
The whole Wilson family's
As long as you're by my side
Oh-whoa-whoa
And if I fall down a little
We'll meet in the middle
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Sunshine in the open sky
a little sticky
That's why I am Little Nicky to these devils in rap
But, uh, they ain't thinking Drake get smart girl
Nah, they probably think I'll break
You could meet me in the middle
And I'm gone hold you down and feel you're heart just for a little
Cause i would hate to see you down
When I'm not
fucked for sure. That hideous glee in their little faces. People fucking love it when other folks suffer the same suffering they have too, right? We rolled
got love in the place
Shout out from up top (to the middle)
To black bottom (sky high)
Whether you colder than December
Or hotter than July
It
the back to the middle to the front like
What
Everybody want a piece of the cut boy you better fix up like
What
Little bitch like
What
Fill a double in
unvisited
With my tongue you lean in
Twist a little at a time and
Emit deep sighs when I hit the right spot
Then i stop and give more
Attention, more
Chorus: (Sung by a woman)
We'll never part (through) sickness and health
You are my heart
I love you more than I love myself
But in
the back? Give that ass a smack
Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little
Let me grab your ta-ta's, do
the back? Give that ass a smack
Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle, plus his thing too little
Let me grab your ta-ta's, do
used to find me in the strip club all up in that bitch
I'd be hunting for me a thick girl just to get my nuts licked duck sick lip love
But I quit that
And in a middle of a fight tell me you still love me Always make the time
Don't let the little things slip by
Stop being scared when I drive
You always
Quoted just a little soon
He up and I'm still in the middle
Room tryna see what's the deal Man
Is this love for real?
Is this love for real
Tryna see
that's cheap
That's so cheap we're gonna do it again
That's enough okay
Well, by that time
The extract of the Northern dog
Had induced in the fur trapper
there's one little gift for him
And one little gift for her
After six months on the new job
They're still barely getting by
So in the way of decorations
feeling you
I heard the beat dropped in the middle of the dance floor
Seen this little Mami, she was dancing my way
Everything stopped in the middle
have to crash!
Of course you don't when your thinking in the middle
You don't have to trash!
I know I don't, I do it just a little
Arms by side
Standing
Hieroglyphics on the walls tell the story of us
A faded painting, cracking like the fire in our candlelight
When we were young and sprung, that love
Chorus:
Now these West Coast players and we love to ball...
And these Gulf Coast Hustlers love to do it all...
And them East Coast killas ought
Chorus:
Now these West Coast players and we love to ball...
And these Gulf Coast Hustlers love to do it all...
And them East Coast killas ought
the actions are little
Mama be lookin like what the am I hearing
Keep my mouth shut cause I don't like to be questioned
Thought by now i would have lavish life
prevailed
It started way back in the 8th grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he
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