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Sauce Money - Middle Finger U lyrics
Fuck these niggas I don't give a fuck about nothin And you either This is for you Tommy Tuckers, you know em, neighborhood suckers We all got em, stupid motherfuckers Wanna-be rap brothers--ruggers--, bitin ass niggas who love us Idolize us, eat a dick, can't touch us Slick nigga, far from a snitch nigga Or bitch nigga, quick to click on a sick nigga Where it's at nigga, roam with the chrome nigga Fat nigga, bat against your dome nigga I'm that nigga, one you can't even crush Type of cat shit in your crib and don't even flush Kind of nigga when you see him that you wantin to touch On some Russell Simmons shit, but ain't in no Rush Cause when the shit hit the fan, who the hell can you trust? Duckin the blow? Really? Where the fuck can you go? Who the fuck can you get when I'm ready to spit When you hear my name I make you hate spaghetti and shit Spit and aim with the fifth, if I get caught in a lie Ten shots light you up like the 4th of July I don't need your help, bitch, I got support from the sky Quite fluid, I'm a definite, you might do it Bitches, guns and ones, got a right to it Fuck up against the wall, I send your ass right through it Tattooed like Mike did it, leave you lightheaded Swear to God, y'all niggas better act like Christ said it Hey yo yo who the hell this Sauce nigga think he talkin to, man? Arrogant bastard Chubby motherfucker You think you alla that, man? I can't even stand to hear this shit no more, man Hey you know what motherfuckers? It don't stop there I'ma solidify my rap spot til it's not fair Nothin to do with it, niggas say, |
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