Print

Part 1: Middle Man 30 you a fool for this one Nice than a motherfucker Than a motherfucker These days, niggas be polite than a motherfucker Nice than a motherfucker Smile in your face, I'm nice than a motherfucker Soon as they thought I fell off, niggas' true colors shine bright than a motherfucker Bright than a motherfucker They hate me 'til they meet me, then they hype than a motherfucker Hype than a motherfucker That's cool, we was never cool anyway, huh, yeah That's cool, we was never cool anyway Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger Lookin' like we won the Super Bowl anyway Eeh, eeh, fuck what you sayin' to me You was just on my dick just 5 yesterdays Backstab on your resumé Yee, yee, Kevin you ain't even got your rent paid I read the text, what the shit say? I guess I got a short attention span I learned it, get it straight from the source, fuck the middle man SongtexteHuh, oh, you hating? Don't be mad, don't be salty, don't be bitter, man I learned it, get it straight from the source, fuck the middle man Don't I deliver man -liver man Nice than a motherfucker Than a motherfucker These days, niggas be polite than a motherfucker Nice than a motherfucker Smile in your face, I'm nice than a motherfucker Soon as they thought I fell off, niggas' true colors shine bright than a motherfucker Bright than a motherfucker They hate me 'til they meet me, then they hype than a motherfucker Hype than a motherfucker That's cool, we was never cool anyway, huh, yeah That's cool, we was never cool anyway Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger Lookin' like we won the Super Bowl anyway Huh, look, DJ's say they support, they still phoney They don't play my shit 'less I got Tip on it They don't play your shit 'less it's a diss on it Down to die for this shit, bet I live for it For this moment Had to vent so I hit up the big homie Niggas don't even buy albums But niggas still do anything for a deal, homie Act like this shit don't apply to you, huh Been in the game, look at how they do, huh Why do yes mans start off ever sentence With, "Dog, I wouldn't lie to you"? Swag is so malleable, covered in valuables I done accomplished, start what I set out to do Any obstacle is not insurmountable Bankroll uncountable, down at the Fontainebleau Bitches drinkin' Rosé like it's Mountain Dew Guess what she down to do, roll up a pound or two Bruh, she already jiggin', ain't no turnin' back I can no longer be held accountable Why you make all that nigga music? All you play is that nigga music Call it what you want But it ain't an anthem 'til the strippers moving (But it ain't an anthem 'til the strippers moving) I guess I got a short attention span I learned it, get it straight from the source, fuck the middle man Huh, oh, you hating? Don't be mad, don't be salty, don't be bitter, man I learned it, get it straight from the source, fuck the middle man Don't I deliver man -liver man Part 2: Mr. Mister I just put in work, she call me Mister Yeah, hey Mister Mr. Fourth Quarter, Mr. Make-It-Happen Mr. Clean, what's the addy? Mr. I-Keep-Your-Bitch-Happy Mr. Cool, damn, that Mister cool, damn that Ice Cube Mr. Cow, Mr. Chow, Mr. Come-And-Get-Your-Food Mr. Bruce Leeroy with the Kung Fu Mr. Rude, Mr. Cutting School, finna bust a move Mr. T, Mr. Act-A-Fool, Mr. Break-The-Rules Mr. Told-You-I'd-Be-There-At-12-And-Ain't-Get-There-'Til-2 Mr. Thought-I-Was-Gon'-Take-Her-Home-But-Left-Her-In-The-Room Mr. Screws, Mr. Take-It-Off-Now-Bitch-Get-In-The-Pool Mr. Already-Made-It, you can't come around Mr. Quiet, shh, bitch, don't make a sound, yeah I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister) Get it by the gram, call it Insta I'm so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture Look, I'm straight up, she a margarita mixer Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I ain't never miss her, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister, that Mister, Bobby Bands Mr. Long, Mr. Get-Her-Wrong, Mr. Sing-A-Song Hit the bong, Mr. Cheech and Chong, Mr. In-My-Zone Mr. 2Pac Herringbone, on my collarbone Heat it on, Mr., Mr. Got-It-Going-On Master dome, black Power Ranger, I do not belong Mr. Outside-Of-The-Norm, hieroglyphic uniform Mr. Count-The-Rope, Mr. Fried-Rice-With-The-Prawns Mr. I-Mastered-The-Style, I'm just working on my form Mr. Solo Dolo, no, this ain't no ride along Mr. Me-And-Basic-People-Somehow-Just-Don't-Get-Along I just brought a couple negros with me, please don't be alarmed Mr. I-Guess-I-Overslept-And-Slept-Through-My-Alarm Mr. Rush, be rich, hit me up, I'm just waking up In the clutch, come through with the clutch, try me, you can touch Never blink, never lose no sleep, niggas huff and puff Claim they running up, who the fuck? And we see such and such I'm not you, I done paid my dues, I do this shit daily Mr., Mr. Lituation, Mr. Fuck-You-Pay-Me Mr. I-Might-Be-Here-Now, now I'm out in Vegas Mr. If-You-Ain't-With-The-Movement-Ain't-No-Conversation, preacher I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister) Get it by the gram, call it Insta I'm so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture Look, I'm straight up, she a margarita mixer Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm Mister, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I ain't never miss her, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister, Bobby BandsI Aus Songtexte Mania