Middle Finger

Kidd Kidd & Young Buck & Kevin Gates - Rap, In English
Middle Finger
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[Chorus: Kidd Kidd] Thirty six O's [?] the block, thirty two extentions in the Glock Niggas riding like a motherfucker [?] real niggas, call you by your badge number Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac All eyes on me, bitch, I think I'm Pac I live that thug life, bitch, I think I'm Pac Said I'm 'bout that life, don't think I'm not Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac [Verse 1: Kidd Kidd] Make music for the streets, I ain't going pop I got the juice now, Kidd Kidd, you hot If rap don't work, I'm going back to the block America's most wanted, with a pistol on me Don't care how bad she is, I fuck with real bitches only All eyes on me, I hear they looking for me Free Chuck, he caught a charge and he took it for me [?] rolling up on the west coast Drop top, [?] if you want some [?] I see death around the corner, so don't try to play me You might end up in the dumpster, like Brenda's baby [Chorus: Kidd Kidd] Thirty six O's [?] the block, thirty two extentions in the Glock Niggas riding like a motherfucker [?] real niggas, call you by your badge number Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac All eyes on me, bitch, I think I'm Pac I live that thug life, bitch, I think I'm Pac Said I'm 'bout that life, don't think I'm not Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac [Verse 2: Young Buck] Hail mary, I got bands in the [?] Just told Big, [?] G-Unit the new Death Ro [?] I got [?] in my body And everything white, like I'm Yo Gotti [?] hundred bands, in [?] California dreaming on some shit that I just got from Snoop Twenty one gun salute, to my niggas in the pen My cousin got out again, but today, he right back in I say dear mama, you used to tell me 'bout my friends I'm sorry, couldn't see [?] till they sent me to the pen [?] thug life, I live this shit like every day Told your bitch that I rather be a N.I.G.G.A [Chorus: Kidd Kidd] Thirty six O's [?] the block, thirty two extentions in the Glock Niggas riding like a motherfucker [?] real niggas, call you by your badge number Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac All eyes on me, bitch, I think I'm Pac I live that thug life, bitch, I think I'm Pac Said I'm 'bout that life, don't think I'm not Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] Cut up bread when I'm dreaming [?] gotta trap, I'm going back to the beeper [?] bumpin [?] riding ith [?] [?] no plee agreement, can't do me like Richard [?] Gold mouth, dawg gleeming [?] but I'm leaning Sellphone ringing, [?] clutching the nina [?] blunts [?] Dirty money in Nemons, we turnt up breaking the meter [?] ack of the heater [?] first dropped [?], top attatched to the [?] Feining gotta [?] I can fix [?] come get [?] [?] jumping, cooking front of you, you wanna see it? I don't get tired [Chorus: Kidd Kidd] Thirty six O's [?] the block, thirty two extentions in the Glock Niggas riding like a motherfucker [?] real niggas, call you by your badge number Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac All eyes on me, bitch, I think I'm Pac I live that thug life, bitch, I think I'm Pac Said I'm 'bout that life, don't think I'm not Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac
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Credits
- Writers
- Kidd Kidd
- Young Buck
- Kevin Gates