Middle Finger-Kidd Kidd

歌手 : Kidd Kidd

专辑 : Middle Finger - Single

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:57

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TXT Middle Finger-Kidd Kidd 文本歌词

Middle Finger (中指) - Kidd Kidd

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 f**ker

Make a real ni**a call you

By your badge number

Middle finger to the cops

B**ch I think Im Pac

All eyez on me

B**ch I think Im Pac

I live that thug life

B**ch 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 coming

With the sparkles need on it

She I'll turn into a bent on it

B**ch bend it over

Ima do this ran on it

Make that a** 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

Ni**a 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 a** snitches in the glock

Niggas ridin like a mother*cker

Make em real ni**a call you

By your Benz number

Middle finger to the cops

B**ch I think I popped

All eyes on me

B**ch I think Im popped

Holla at the thug life

B**ch 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

I'll start again

36 hoes in the block

32 a** snitches in the glock

Niggas ridin like a mother*cker

Make em real ni**a call you

By your Benz number

Middle finger to the cops

B**ch I think I popped

All eyes on me

B**ch I think Im popped

Holla at the thug life

B**ch 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 a** snitches in the glock

Niggas ridin like a mother*cker

Make em real ni**a call you

By your Benz number

Middle finger to the cops

B**ch I think I popped

All eyes on me

B**ch I think Im popped

Holla at the thug life

B**ch I think Im popped

I say mother life dont think Im not