MIDDLE MAN ft. Reece & Mason Lyrics

Woo

Woo

Thinking about you, saving these thoughts for the middleman

Get hit, get spun like ceiling fan

Now there's no dividend

Time for me and you to begin again

Let's don't argue this time

Last time you were running like ur head cut off like this was Jurassic

Put that park don't need key to start uh

Lifting the blunt I'm just gonna spark

Head in the cloud not coming down

Not coming down not coming down

Not coming down not coming down

Not coming down

Head in tha' head in the cloud

Not coming down (Not coming down)

Uh I got jokes like Jimmy Kimmel that can't make the cut uh

I don't want your girl if she can't make me

(Woo)

Make me

(Woo)

Hold on just put a sock in it

Bitch uh

She playing with my balls like a soccer lil' bitch

Hold on don't get offended dis' uh bitch

Just like a pro-choicer

Pick to live or pick to die

Why isn't this simple life

I cannot simplify

Why can't we do this right

I guess that was someone that wrote it wrong

I might just beat the bitch feel like R. Kelly

Grip on that ass I might feel like a jelly

Can't do no crime, I'm really a felon

Juicy lil' bitch gonna eat me like melon

Talk all that shit I might take off your melon

You want smoke what the fuck is you sellin

I'm onna' yacht call me boat and I'm sailin'

One million dollars I made it I'm dwelling

Look at that gas what the fuck am I smelling

Concert is loud we gone blow off the ceiling

That bitch so bad look like she from heaven

I'm feeling lucky I roll me a seven

Chain is so Icey seven-eleven

He might be my brother but he's not my brethren

Chain is too tight thirty pound heavy

Saw what you drive sadly Chevy

Fuck on yo' Thot and I might steal ur lady

Trip off an edible I am so daisy

Trip off a bean I'm feeling crazy

These bitches mean why they all hate me

Hold on just put a sock in it

Bitch uh

She playing with my balls like a soccer lil' bitch

Hold on Don't get offended dis' uh bitch

Stunna for wunna

Fucking yo' bitch and I'm gonna

Run up I gun ya'

I'm killin' you if I wanna

Just made a milli

Milli rock wit' me

Grill got da' Philly

Don't call my phone

Leave it at tone

This bitch is real bad all on my collar

Not gon call her shooting my hollow tips

Bitch got da hooter tits

Crew up in Budapest

On me like a AA soldier (Woo)

On me like a three piece sofa (Woo)

Gave me buns so I toast her uh

Give me the brain psychosis uh