Lyrics:
From the trenches and now we make millions
Splitting that work up no middle man
We gone spin that boy top like a ceiling fan
Swizz
From the trenches
want Your guide
God, I want You
I do
I do
cnd in the middle of the stress
I know You never left
It's true
I do
I do
I know with You I never lack
cnd I
head up
From the right side of the bed and
Slide your slippers underneath your feet
That's when I will kiss you
In the middle of the night
So I can
Late nights, think of you strolling in the middle of the night in my
Car, yeah and I know that it's wrong, but I still try
To call and it doesn't
the plug, you the middle man
I never leave my niggas starvin'
You niggas mistake me for Marvin
I got fifteen bricks I'm finna drop
In there right next to that
I took some months, years away just to have my best return
In the middle of my return, damn my life took turns
But that’s life, stay strong, you
think you a slimehead
The top of it's brown (the top of it's brown)
Yeah, the middle of it's red (middle of it's red)
Yeah, she nut by the round
They
(I want a addy' right now
Right Now)
Yea
Yea
Oh
Been around the bases
Know I slide in you like home plate
Just gone pick up the phone bae
Just know I
separate the team
(Tryna separate my team)
Count your riches hide your money from these thieves
(Fuck all these thieves)
Right or wrong gotta get it by all
You might know me you might not
It's a time to talk but it's not right now
Need you to go to work like it's your job
I'm Malcom in the middle trying
If she a treesh I'm crossing over and I make her fall
My money running yeah they wanna see a nigga crawl
Right by my side yeah you lied don't need none
[Devin]
Man, come on, dog, hold up now
I'm right in the middle of this mutha...
[redneck]
Come on Devin boy, you can let me get one of em
[Devin]
Alright
they run out of,
they run out of spunk right in the middle of the chorus... Causing the song to sound like this...
A little green rosetta
However
noodles
In the eight by eight with a loser
Talkin' 'bout what he had and he
Got and he used to
Nigga, yeah right, lil' nigga, get right
Fuck whose big
you should ever ask
Or if you'd like, we don't need to talk about it
I don't care
I will wait right here by my windowsill
For the sun to come, if it
yo' league, I smell like Creed, walk by and smell money
Fly them bales in right to your doorstep, that's mail money
Young bull did his first hit
can't get you out my brain
So I'm just stuck in the middle
Of things that may seem simple
But are way to complicated
No I don't mean to sound jaded
Still we lay still we lay
[KENZIE]
There's things in life you have to make
Which path you take is like deja-vou
Stand by your side
Stand next
Coming out of the water
Back to middle now
Hope for the future
Hope for the future now
Get it right this time, poor boy
While the wind is
Ima make your eyes roll back
By the end of the night ima have me a Handful of scratches on my back
From twelve am til twelve am from the middle
underneath me
It disappeared right under
And if I don't decide
I could stay in the middle
Where everything's just fine
Maybe, kind of, just a little
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
one more time, I don't stand in line
Got my drive in overdrive
I work overtime and he take half of mine
Yeah, my uncle like the middle man that's
Kobeazy
Uh huh
My killas over here to the right (To the right)
Don't fuck with these lames aight (Aight)
With the chicks in the back
Throwin' all
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