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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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