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reject da illest - monkey in the middle lyrics

[chorus]
i took a crew of lil’ n+ggas, made some k!llers
if you don’t shoot then we gon’ leave yo’ ass with him
if i give rie that look, then you cooked, noodles spilling, d+mn
sorry momma, baby won’t be home for dinner
shoot from both sides, this ain’t monkey in the middle
12 gauge heavy handed, b+tch punch you in the temple
boy you should’ve been a nose, ‘ol running ass n+gga
i’m a shooter but my type of shot don’t come after a dribble

[verse]
eyes forward ‘fore i blow em out the socket, look
this b+tch big, i can’t fit it in my pocket
bro gave a hoe the glizzy now hе grinning in the party, wop
pop six, that was just to get me startеd, hold up
stay quiet, drop sh+t, we don’t argue
put a cop in a box, i ain’t marching
last one was sloppy as f+ck, but they ain’t solve it
i don’t watch the news, but i bet his ass was on it, ooh
glizzy dance on they b+tch ass
fourth and fifth body, blew the whip until that b+tch crashed
i’m finna take they ass on a chase bro, sit back
on baby, if i owe you something, you ain’t getting sh+t back
on baby, i can hold a grudge forever, but don’t sh+t last
i’m finna whoop my gun ass, it just kicked back
riding ’round with a 30 on me, you can get half
up, and shoot you dead in yo’ sh+t, f+ck a sh+t bag
look like he doing that t+pain dance, blow his sh+t back
ain’t talking ’bout no f+ckin’ beer cans, i’m off a six pack
f+ck spinning blocks, you gon’ die where you live at
on the internet you had a gun, where that sh+t at
his mouth running, n+gga f+ck all that talking
k!ll him mid word, he can say it in a coffin
early morning, wake up, eating pills, f+ck coffee
early warning, reach on this stage i’ma off you, b+tch
[chorus]
i took a crew of lil’ n+ggas, made some k!llers
if you don’t shoot then we gon’ leave yo’ ass with him
if i give rie that look, then you cooked, noodles spilling, d+mn
sorry momma, baby won’t be home for dinner
shoot from both sides, this ain’t monkey in the middle
12 gauge heavy handed, b+tch punch you in the temple
boy you should’ve been a nose, ‘ol running ass n+gga
i’m a shooter but my type of shot don’t come after a dribble

- reject da illest lyrics

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