Mids

Lyrics
[Chorus] Everybody pointing fingers judging Why don't you get off my dick I ain't got to do a goddamn thing Except raise my kids Ahhh We was lighting up the exotic Then turn around and sell mids The only thing in life i'm ashamed of Is that im smoking these cigs Ahhh Put em down, put em down Put em down, put em down Put em down, put em down Put em down, put em down [Verse] Petey Petey off that liquor feeling saucy Out to get the world and give it to my offspring Pay me pay me pay me give me offerings Or else we running Thru your house like the crossbeam I'm moving up and suiting on my boss ting Mad skrill had pills like Walgreens Dirty hypodermics on the concrete Switching lanes trippin grain down broad st Hop out the Buick feeling regal The strain on me is medical The pistol is illegal That thang get so damn juicy how she grip me with kegal One look in these niggas eyes and you can see they all deceitful Ooh damn yea N feel in the air like Beanie Sigel Ooh damn yea I came from out that water like a seagull Ooh yea Drop a classic have em waiting on the sequel Ooh yea I yell Hail Mary then smoke beneath the steeple Ooh damn yet [Chorus] Everybody pointing fingers judging Why don't you get off my dick I ain't got to do a goddamn thing Except raise my kids Ahhh We was lighting up the exotic Then turn around and sell mids The only thing in life i'm ashamed of Is that im smoking these cigs Ahhh Put em down, put em down Put em down, put em down Put em down, put em down Put em down, put em down
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- Nickelus F