Текст песни Coults - In The Middle (feat. Odunsi (The Engine) & DEELA)
(Wonder)
In the middle, Malcom in the middle
The beat from Wonder, I'ma let it sizzle
Like a diamond I been getting chiseled
Uh uh, put me on your bezel
Slow motion, getting higher
Slow stroking in the 'gina
Her friends told me that she broke up again
Said she wanna smoke up again
Uh, eh, uh, eh
Uh, eh, uh, eh
Uh (Yeah), eh, (yeah), uh (yeah), eh (yeah)
Uh (Yeah), eh, (yeah), uh (yeah), eh (yeah)
Open her like mosh pit, mm
Grip on me like cockpit, mm
I make her lose her composure
She got her makeup all over me
She know my lyrics line by line
I fuck your lady side to side
I make you quit your 9 to 5
Make you come and live my life
Oo, dick her good and make her hit the "uh"
Stroking back and forth like Michael Phelps
I got dark and white like killer whale
Huh, take another, huh, take another
I give her money, I give her dick
She think it's funny, tell me what is
I think she love me, she made it clear
We get to running, up in the mist
She look good when she sat in passenger
We off X man like Michael Fassbender
Take her soul when she ride the antenna
Take her soul when she ride the uh, uh
I really think that we meant to be
In the middle, in the middle
I really think that we meant to be
In the middle, in the middle
Uh, eh, uh, eh
Uh, eh, uh, eh
Uh (Yeah), eh, (yeah), uh (yeah), eh (yeah)
Uh (Yeah), eh, (yeah), uh (yeah), eh (yeah)
Two Aries women, I was in the middle
She won't let me go
She want my secrets in a pillow
It's a karaoke party
They be singing to the pistol
I'm a superstar baby
We don't do rehearsals (Uh)
I'm a superstar, straight from Lagos, wasere
She wanna hop with the boy, I bet it
She wanna play with the boy, I bet it
Same reason why the haters got bitter
'Cause the boy getting better and better
She don't love me, I know it's a set up
We going green, you could tell by the set-up
Everyday I go harder than ever
This ain't 'bout me
I do it for mama, do it for papa
Do it for brothers and sisters
And homies who never had nada
I'm on top of the world with my dick out
You caking they call you a sell-out
Same niggas calling you sell out
Complaining 'bout hell in a hell house (Deela)
Know you gotta work overtime
To get me on your line
Look at me and think "how she this fine?"
(Goddamn I need her)
Fly me out, first class Ibiza
I don't fuck with a lame, you seen that
So don't come over here, looking for love
Want me for fame, you a leacher
Fucking on me for a feature
I see ya, you a creeper
In the middle, put it on me in my middle
You not the one, boy I'm fickle
Play with your heart, just a little
Love on me now, ain't no sequel
And I know I'm a dime piece
Looking so deadly, I stay causing crime scenes (Oops)
Think you above me? Think back again
Don't double cross me, you know it's a sin
I make it look easy
It's a lot of hard work, I be greasy
Want the racks for Chanel, love the CCs
And I'm loving the way that you treat me
Chocolate skin, sweet like the Reese's
Angelic face, but still rip you to pieces
In the middle, Malcom in the middle
The beat from Wonder, I'ma let it sizzle
Like a diamond I been getting chiseled
Uh uh, put me on your bezel
Slow motion, getting higher
Slow stroking in the 'gina
Her friends told me that she broke up again
Said she wanna smoke up again
Uh, eh, uh, eh
Uh, eh, uh, eh
Uh (Yeah), eh, (yeah), uh (yeah), eh (yeah)
Uh (Yeah), eh, (yeah), uh (yeah), eh (yeah)
