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ivy e - middle men lyrics

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they count on me like one two three i know they trust the kid (uhuh)
call my phone i disappear, i been off the grid (yessir)
come right back and hit this sh_t, i do it all again (fasho)
don’t give me no advice b_tch, you talk to middle men (talk to middle men)

had to run it back (yea) had to double that (uhuh)
had to triple that (thats a fact) i ain’t going back (nah)
always talking smack (shut the f_ck up) i ain’t going back
i’m so far ahead they talk behind my back (yea, yea, yea)

all these b_tches gon’ talk on my name
ride on my d_ck and they screaming my name
b_tches who talk get the f_ck out my face
suck on my d_ck i don’t care who you is

pull up with the whip hit a blunt i don’t miss
with thе gang swerve through the citiеs at night
got your b_tch in the left with her titties and ass
aye

got your b_tch in the back (back)
she throwing titties and ass (ass)
she finna f_ck with the gang
you gon’ pull up and get a glock in your ass (glock in your ass)

she wanna roll with the team (team)
you know she shaking that ass
we rolling a blunt getting high
ain’t n0body gon’ see us we up in the sky
one two three four five lotta b_tches now
ain’t n0body talking on my name cuz i’m built now
ain’t n0body f_cking with my name cuz i’m lit now
smoking on this joint yea i’m f_cked i’mma dip now

i don’t really give a f_ck
smoke till i hit a lung
f_cking on your b_tch
she gon’ suck with some f_cking tounge

i don’t really give a f_ck
smoke till i hit a lung
f_cking on your b_tch
she gon’ suck with some f_cking tounge

they count on me like one two three i know they trust the kid (uhuh)
call my phone i disappear, i been off the grid (yessir)
come right back and hit this sh_t, i do it all again (fasho)
don’t give me no advice b_tch, you talk to middle men (talk to middle men)

you talk to middle men b_tch
you talk to middle men
you talk to middle men b_tch
you talk to middle men

don’t need no middle men advice
you talk to middle men
you talk to middle men b_tch
you talk to middle men
you talk to middle men, we don’t talk just get the bands
let off shots to get the checks, now we pull up in sprinter vans
don’t say what we gon’ do we just gon’ do it, leave him crippled man
pull off from the scene we don’t discuss it, cuz where i’m from thats snitching man

he was tryna chase a bag too, he left with different plans
and i got plenty chops, every time i shoot i got a different stance
33 shots to his back, i feel like scottie pippen man
get hit with 556 or 223s, it ain’t no difference man

he still gon’ drop
gervonta davis on this b_tch the way i hit the box
beat up her brother she say she hate me, i still get the top
she say she love em but its f_ck em, she send me the drop
we been f_cking up they streets so bad, they begging me to stop

straps ready i’m praying that i catch em leave em bleeding out
i got n_ggas mad they wanna fight, show them what 3 about
they was going down the wrong path, i chose a different route
and y’all got no respect just raise yo hand, it ain’t no speaking out
(n_gga)

they count on me like one two three i know they trust the kid (uhuh)
call my phone i disappear, i been off the grid (yessir)
come right back and hit this sh_t, i do it all again (fasho)
don’t give me no advice b_tch, you talk to middle men (talk to middle men)

- ivy e lyrics

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