In The Middle Lyrics By Wiz Khalifa
Yeah, yeah
Little bit higher than thirty thousand feet, yeah, you know?
We just drop, we just drop
It's the Planes and the Taylor Gang
Yeah, turn it up, Tony
And I'm
Fucking with the chronic 'cause the chronic give me dope-ness
Center of the camera focus
Once the car service doors open
I'm with a chick you only seen on magazine covers posing
I really know this bitch
I won't tell you I got it unless I could show you it
I'm not gon' tell you about it until I go through it
Formula One car, code word for solo whip
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, I'm cool
Weed lit, lights flipped up on the Porsche
The same model Tony escaped from the club in
When them haters tried to knock him off
That's cold, destroyer of the tracks I am Spitta Destro
You in the club line obeyin' the dress code
I drive by, bitches makin' googley eyes
Google me, ma, I do that music so beautifully, huh
Believe that, jets, ****, retweet that
And in the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
In the middle we stay calm, we just drop, we just drop
In the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs
In the middle we stay calm, we just drop, we just drop
In the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs (Yeah)
In the middle we stay calm, we just drop, we just drop
In the middle we stay calm, we just drop bombs (Spitta)
In the middle we stay calm, we just drop, we just drop (Yeah, uh)
Jets, Taylor Gang, you know the slang
Bad hoes feedin' me champagne
Show up smellin' like weed on the plane
People cut their eyes but they don't say shit
Rep Taylor Gang plus the Planes, bitch
Polo Socks, bad Bitches dig 'em 'cause they know the flow so hot
They be at my shows hopin' one day they can meet us
And maybe we'll smoke, I ain't on no Hollywood shit
You sexy and know how to handle your weed
You probably cook, bitch, bong rips send us to Hong Kong trips
My life is a movie stick to the script
Can't tell that it's quality 'fore it's lit
He is I and I am him, some bitches, a lot of weed and gin
Tattoos cover half of my skin, hoes scream Taylor Gang out they roof
Plus they love the Jets music, yeah, uh-huh
Let me hear it
