Lyrics:
on it, real niggas balling
Money falling out of my jeans
Double white cup filled up with the lean
Niggas keep talking get heat with the bean
That’s
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
a little town somewhere north of Sydney by the beach where everyone's a little out of reach
Yeah it's just a portrait of the artist as a middle-aged man
love another
Talking about nothing but the change in the weather,
That's Friday at the dance
Well how the time has passed us by from one day to another,
in the grass, and they're coming my way
But I'm in the middle of something hit em' with the K
I aint talking bout rifle, i am talking bout message
I am
underbelly
Oh he got a story to tell?
We ah turn it to a fairy
He steady cappin talking fairy tales
I could still be rich even if I lost my clientele
Bro
don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle
Got a face tat
I can’t change that
On a note though
Like that you laid back
You keep talking, I keep talking back
Lay it on me
By the nightstand
a scratched ceiling?
And what's the talking without the match feeling?
As buried living and cherry picking
Every linen from your berry system
Then proceed
'Cause I got a heater with the motherfuckin' cooler on it
Leave a nigga icy in the middle of the summer
Middle of that dice game, tryna roll his number
You
me
Where no one I know
But then I see you there in the middle of the crowd talking to some girl
Laughing around but I, I'm moving with the sound
of the middle..contemplate..
Seven golden candlesticks..gat a pure golden frame..
Walking in the midst of them..walking he's not lame..
Nails up on his feet..all the people
with the extinctions
Up this AK to yo motherfuckin kidney
I heard you a Mickey Mouse, I ain't talking Disney
You'll get set up by a white bitch, I ain't
slap in the middle of the square. This was followed by five or six others, though we didn’t wait to see them burst.
Narrator:
In fact there had been
by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they ready to fall for him
'Cause word on the street
Trapping in these streets is all I know
I stay 10 toes down nigga, no I won't fold
Niggas keep talking like they want smoke
I swear they don't want
You said weve never been closer,
But we're slowly moving apart
Staying awake in the middle,
Never restless to find the edge
Talking bout these old
Black Woman
She said thats who I need for me
Exactly what I need for me
Yea Im Talking Bout
Black Woman
She said thats who I need for me
Exactly what
up in the middle of your sleep
And you gone contemplate this dream
But stay down on it
I'm talking bout stay strong on it and watch what God do
Boy God
understands me
I don't want to lead you on and act like I don't say things
Why you got to bring my mom into my vacant painting
It's fucked up, talking like you
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
brain
I've been talking to strangers. Calling them by your name
I've been going through changes. I've been dealing with things
I've been talking
For my gang
We gon slide
We gon muh fucking bang
You been getting money
Boy we rep the same thing
Ayy
You ain't talking money bitch
What the fuck you
Discuss these middle talking by tyga Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In