tykes n t0ddlers
Mm
(Oh yeah)
All these chains fuck up my posture, mm
I been at this shit since tykes and toddler, mm
I just want the guala, mm
We gon' cook that boy just like some pasta, mm
(Cook him up!)
You ain't never pearled yourself a raw but I do
Got the mic up in my lap, not the tool
Middy did it first don't get it fucked up, confused
I can't believe I used to throw that ball after school
I just geek up like a fool
And get higher than the moon
Yea, yea, Doc Martins my boots
Hold on, scratch that, Rick my boots
Young Middy gon' have his shit on pool
Oh, you made that song? That shit sound poop
Young Middy voice smooth as a flute
I took the torch and passed up you
Yeah, I just been trying to change but I think I'm stuck in my ways (Let's go!)
You know Young Middy got aim and shoot that shit like Dame
You know Young Middy gon' walk this shit just like a Great Dane
You know Young Middy insane, that shit done went to his brain
Mm
(Oh yeah)
All these chains fuck up my posture, mm
I been at this shit since tykes and toddler, mm
I just want the guala, mm
We gon' cook that boy just like some pasta, mm
(Cook him up!)
You ain't never pearled yourself a raw but I do
Got the mic up in my lap, not the tool
Middy did it first don't get it fucked up, confused
I can't believe I used to throw that ball after school
(Oh yeah)
All these chains fuck up my posture, mm
I been at this shit since tykes and toddler, mm
I just want the guala, mm
We gon' cook that boy just like some pasta, mm
(Cook him up!)
You ain't never pearled yourself a raw but I do
Got the mic up in my lap, not the tool
Middy did it first don't get it fucked up, confused
I can't believe I used to throw that ball after school
I just geek up like a fool
And get higher than the moon
Yea, yea, Doc Martins my boots
Hold on, scratch that, Rick my boots
Young Middy gon' have his shit on pool
Oh, you made that song? That shit sound poop
Young Middy voice smooth as a flute
I took the torch and passed up you
Yeah, I just been trying to change but I think I'm stuck in my ways (Let's go!)
You know Young Middy got aim and shoot that shit like Dame
You know Young Middy gon' walk this shit just like a Great Dane
You know Young Middy insane, that shit done went to his brain
Mm
(Oh yeah)
All these chains fuck up my posture, mm
I been at this shit since tykes and toddler, mm
I just want the guala, mm
We gon' cook that boy just like some pasta, mm
(Cook him up!)
You ain't never pearled yourself a raw but I do
Got the mic up in my lap, not the tool
Middy did it first don't get it fucked up, confused
I can't believe I used to throw that ball after school
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Writer(s): Young Middy
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