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Stuck in the Middle
Max B; French Montana; Jae Millz
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Grease made this beat
Not the hottest thing smoking
3.5 Hours
You laughing at them niggas
How we roll
Grease made this beat
2.0 Hours
Menace, talk to 'em
I gotta let them know, why I gotta go
When you can't get low and you can't get higher
When you can't get low and you can't get higher
You stuck in the middle
You stuck in the middle
You stuck in the middle (stuck in the middle)
You stuck in the middle
Now Frenchie got the penthouse, blew them hoes back out
Biggie got turned down, coke weight sent out
Now we scraping up paper, G flossing escalator
Stacks coming in them latest, holla at you niggas later
Playas like a now and laters, all flake of licorice
Baby girl give me kiss, girl I grant you one more wish
Come and take the licorice, mommy told me 50 minutes
Mommy said to give it quick, all them hoes can't handle it
I'm gon' listen to my baby boo say
She give me aight, and she got the mean head
Treat a nigga real good, she gave me good head
Pussy tuckin' nigga, now I'm off to the bed
I gotta let them know, why I gotta go
When you can't get low and you can't get higher
When you can't get low and you can't get higher
You stuck in the middle
You stuck in the middle
It's too high to get over, blowing la in a Rover
Tell your chick to come over, I'ma bend the bitch over
Just a little, I'm all over the instrumental
I said the 2.0 was out, all the work is ours out
Fire up the doom, shit the goons put ours out
All we got is block work, everything fire
Pumping 'til the block hurt, remind you of The Wire
We ain't tryna hire, only fuck with bosses
Sell it through the Ziploc, whole car nauseous
Know my momma proud of me, roll another sour tree
And lil' mama probably swallow me, probably
I gotta let them know, why I gotta go
When you can't get low and you can't get higher
When you can't get low and you can't get higher
You stuck in the middle
You stuck in the middle
Leggo, Grease, what it is, nigga? (Huh?)
Yo, it's Young Money now and Young Money all the time
Smoke super blunts of Sour D's to clear my mind
And even though I got real problems of all kind
I still walk around and shine like I'm fine
Motherfuck a riddle, I'm stuck in the middle
But I'm still wildin' in Miami with some sluts from Israel
Sippin' Dom, sippin' creme, blowin' chrome
Like I wish a nigga would, he getting everything but
I'm so Harlem, all I know how to do is perform
Put me anywhere in this world, I bet I put on
For my motherfuckin' city, touch me, hey
I'm so sick they should admit me
And besides, you niggas wack and dress silly
You ain't gotta ask, can this nigga sang?
I got these hoes doing the Wop, saying "Aye" like Bigga Van
Dame Grease on the beat, that's musical yay
Don't blow my high, bitch, Montana, what you say?
I gotta let them know, why I gotta go
When you can't get low and you can't get higher
When you can't get low and you can't get higher
You stuck in the middle
You stuck in the middle