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)