Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Middle Finger , by - Kidd Kidd. Release date: 12.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Middle Finger |
| They try to separate my bullet from my gun |
| Ohhh! |
| Ohh! |
| Kidd Kidd |
| 36 O’s in the block |
| 32 extensions in the glock |
| Niggas rattin like a mother*cker |
| Make a real nigga call you by your badge number |
| Middle finger to the cops, bitch I think Im Pac |
| All eyez on me, bitch I think Im Pac |
| I live that thug life, bitch I think Im Pac |
| I say r life dont think Im not |
| Put a lid on it, Kidd Kidd on it, |
| Get everybody Benz with the kid on it, |
| Keep the bottles with the sparkles need on it |
| She. |
| Ill turn into a bent on it |
| Bitch bend it over, Ima do this ran on it |
| Make that ass so hard, thats what been on it |
| Thats me up in that V with no D on it |
| Shes on em, that gluck, sitting on em |
| Christ on your head man you know we been on it |
| Nigga out your bullet, what your name written on it |
| Haters wanna see me fall, but I aint trippin on it |
| I. your girl whole play grivin on it, uh |
| 36 hoes in the block |
| 32 ass snitches in the glock |
| Niggas ridin like a mother*cker |
| Make em real nigga call you by your Benz number |
| Middle finger to the cops, bitch I think I popped |
| All eyes on me, bitch I think Im popped |
| Holla at the thug life, bitch I think Im popped |
| I say mother life dont think Im not |
| My money call up with my fame |
| Hoes started talking and ball up my name |
| Now I hate baby boy the niggas stuntin |
| Slingin wood like Im ask all Jim thuggin |
| They try to separate my bullets from my gun |
| Ill start again |
| 36 hoes in the block |
| 32 ass snitches in the glock |
| Niggas ridin like a mother*cker |
| Make em real nigga call you by your Benz number |
| Middle finger to the cops, bitch I think I popped |
| All eyes on me, bitch I think Im popped |
| Holla at the thug life, bitch I think Im popped |
| I say mother life dont think Im not |
| Glock pot drop your top like a call show |
| Slammin hoes like a Cadillac call door |
| On the thuggin judgement, cause only Lord knows |
| I got a lot of niggas of me at the cross road, |
| I miss my homie rack, I miss my homie tight |
| We going shots, bag in-shots, take your license |
| Shoes got spice, but I dont do no hiking |
| The hoes love it, the hatrs dont like it |
| 36 hoes in the block |
| 32 ass snitches in the glock |
| Niggas ridin like a mother*cker |
| Make em real nigga call you by your Benz number |
| Middle finger to the cops, bitch I think I popped |
| All eyes on me, bitch I think Im popped |
| Holla at the thug life, bitch I think Im popped |
| I say mother life dont think Im not |