Stalley Midwest Blues Lyrics
Midwest Blues by Stalley
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It's a four gone place
...with a black cat chase
Playing the black cuffin' and the ...cafes
I'm back on my passed days
Suckin' up the jazz days
...then I pass it to Jay
My sympathy for my niggaz that passed away
...they say I can make you with my middle finger
What they say?
Loud mouth closing
Don't hear them anyway
I talk to Midwest blues on top of this stage
Ain't hope for a nigga thay staying true these days
But they respect it when you roll up the music
All black tiger stripes let them know where I'm from
PSG medallion still shining in the sun
So who's gonna touch me on my mind ...?
Success,nigga,this is how I counterfeit
Never had pride over spilt milk
Try and ...a tear
Ha ha,nigga,drive high niggaz
You can keep hating
Until you crawl up and down niggaz
It's my time
Toast over fine,wine,steaks
The best lyrics are now
They need to touch my prom
I'm just pacing it out like Paul Jorge
Come to collect everything,hoe
Plus war
If you decide to jump in the way
I''ll take yours
Cop blockers is nothing I hate more
Keep...guys around
Never date a whore
...And now I got the charge
Never snitch no...
Shit!These ain't cold as they're sitting on dees
The only time I've been this
Is when I pray on the knees
So fallin' it ain't an option
I always got my work on
And it ain't an option
...I'm just a natural hustler
This is how I got here
I put my soul on lace
Until I'm not here
Victorian friends with a rock ...
No man that build an empire
From collecting cars,to collecting cars and tigers
No shake of hands
Just a lot of persistence and excellent plans
No rewards if I ain't working for
And they ain't worth anything if you ain't hurt for
Not it's sweet victory
Check the score,dog
Check the score,dog
Highscore
I never switch shops and switching gears
...not better than the streets,yeah
It's a four gone place
...with a black cat chase
Playing the black cuffin' and the ...cafes
I'm back on my passed days
Suckin' up the jazz days
...then I pass it to Jay
My sympathy for my niggaz that passed away
...they say I can make you with my middle finger
What they say?
Loud mouth closing
Don't hear them anyway
I talk to Midwest blues on top of this stage
Ain't hope for a nigga thay staying true these days
But they respect it when you roll up the music
All black tiger stripes let them know where I'm from
PSG medallion still shining in the sun
So who's gonna touch me on my mind ...?
Success,nigga,this is how I counterfeit
Never had pride over spilt milk
Try and ...a tear
Ha ha,nigga,drive high niggaz
You can keep hating
Until you crawl up and down niggaz
It's my time
Toast over fine,wine,steaks
The best lyrics are now
They need to touch my prom
I'm just pacing it out like Paul Jorge
Come to collect everything,hoe
Plus war
If you decide to jump in the way
I''ll take yours
Cop blockers is nothing I hate more
Keep...guys around
Never date a whore
...And now I got the charge
Never snitch no...
Shit!These ain't cold as they're sitting on dees
The only time I've been this
Is when I pray on the knees
So fallin' it ain't an option
I always got my work on
And it ain't an option
...I'm just a natural hustler
This is how I got here
I put my soul on lace
Until I'm not here
Victorian friends with a rock ...
No man that build an empire
From collecting cars,to collecting cars and tigers
No shake of hands
Just a lot of persistence and excellent plans
No rewards if I ain't working for
And they ain't worth anything if you ain't hurt for
Not it's sweet victory
Check the score,dog
Check the score,dog
Highscore
I never switch shops and switching gears
...not better than the streets,yeah