Ouija
Middle Of The Street
[Hook]
Standing in the middle of the street with my Glock up to my chin baby
I just wanna die
Standing in the middle of the street with my Glock up
Hearing sirens its about to be a stand off
Standing in the middle of the street with my Glock up to my chin baby
I just wanna die
Standing in the middle of the street with my Glock up
Say you love me shawty fore' I end it all
[Verse 1: Ouija]
Bitch I'm fully loaded
But one shot my brain totaled
Got something for the police saying Ouija please don't do it
Girl you know I'm crazy why you play with my emotions
We could be so perfect baby we just going through it
I know I'm a dick when I'm coming off them xannys
Take the money out your purse
Beat the pussy then I vanish
And you call me 30 times you be speaking so outlandish
Tell me lose your fucking number
Life without you I can't stand it
Can't be you so it's gotta be me
Seems like you always got problem with me
Problem with me, problem with me
I just be in the cut talking to me
Watch how the fuck you be talking to me
You bout to bring out the monster in me
You know the demons be talking through me
They orgasm when you be swallowing me
There may not be a tomrorow for me but you harbor my seed and ain't stopping with me
Guess you were right girl the problem is me
Look how I made this shit all about me
I'll never be who you want me to be I belong on my block fuck a college degree
Shorty you know you belong here with me
I would die for you girl and I want you to see
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[Verse 2: Choirboy]
From a kitchen in the middle of hell but she my little angel though
Something just intangible even when she angry but she perfect every angle yo
(?) couldn't scope (?) like this
My bitch she ain't no bitch
She my dog she my shooter anything happen to her might slit my wrist
Going up take the whole world with me
Wouldn't be the same without my girl with me
Was what it was and it weren't what it weren't for me feeling this way really never did occur to me
Never really thought I would be that rich
Does a million dollar motherfuckas really need that shit
Gotta feed my kids
Do it for you, do it for them
Do it for us, do it for love
The feelings of rush when we do what we does I just can't get enough
Fuck all this stress, fuck all this stress
Fuck I'm a mess
Think I'm depressed and the thought of you leaving I'm talking to demons and squeezing the tec
Don't do it for checks
But the feeling I get with my lips on your neck
The touch of your breasts
The taste of your breathe
My ride or die have me thinking bout that
I need you with me baby
I just know I ain't leaving here alive if you let go
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