![]() ![]() ![]() It's a Midwest thang, y'all - and they ain't got a clue (They ain't got a clue) why my Cutlass blue And I got them thangs on that muh'fucker too It's a Midwest swang, y'all - and they ain't gotta trip (They ain't gotta trip) while we swing and dip Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin hip It's a Midwest thang Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay What you think we live on a farm? Nigga be for real We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's Got a green S Class, ain't broke the door seal Shit ain't been the same since I signed Fo' Reel This shit got ill, when I hit 4 mill Five and countin', dirty six at will Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9 I hear 'em cryin, "You gon' sell out" ya damn right I done sold out before and re-comped the same night Straight hopped the next flight, too *Icey* for sunlight Dunkin without Sprite, yea you heard me dirty I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven I'll show you eight Karats in one bling, heavily starched jeans Representin St.(Chorus 2X: City Spud) Check the rhyme y'all (rhyme y'all) We got it hap'nin Got the whole crowd movin' from the hit that's platinum If ya, think not you better beg the gig Cuz my whole crew behind me one-hundred percent (St. ![]()
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