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kidd kidd – middle finger lyrics

they try to separate my bullet from my girl
ohhh!

ohh!
q q

hook:
36 hoes in the block
32 -ss snitches in the glock
n-gg-s ridin’ like a mother-cker
make em real n-gg- call you by your benz number
middle finger to the cops, b-tch i think i popped
all eyes on me, b-tch i think i’m popped
holla at the thug life, b-tch i think i’m popped
i say mother life don’t think i’m not

put it in, get it get on it,
get everybody benz with the kid on it,
keep the bottles with the sparkles need on it
she .. i’ll turn into a bent on it
b-tch bend it over, i’ma do this ran on it
make that -ss so hard, that’s what been on it
that’s me up in that v with no d on it
she’s on em, that gluck, sitting on em
christ on your head man you know we been on it
n-gg- out your bullet, what your name written on it
haters wanna see me fall, but i ain’t trippin on it
i .. your girl whole play grivin’ on it, uh

hook:
36 hoes in the block
32 -ss snitches in the glock
n-gg-s ridin’ like a mother-cker
make em real n-gg- call you by your benz number
middle finger to the cops, b-tch i think i popped
all eyes on me, b-tch i think i’m popped
holla at the thug life, b-tch i think i’m popped
i say mother life don’t think i’m not

my money call up with my fame
hoes started talking and ball up my name
now i hate baby boy the n-gg-s stuntin’
slingin wood like i’m ask all jim thuggin’
they try to separate my bullets from my gun
i’ll start again

hook:
36 hoes in the block
32 -ss snitches in the glock
n-gg-s ridin’ like a mother-cker
make em real n-gg- call you by your benz number
middle finger to the cops, b-tch i think i popped
all eyes on me, b-tch i think i’m popped
holla at the thug life, b-tch i think i’m popped
i say mother life don’t think i’m 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 n-gg-s 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 don’t do no hiking
the hoes love it, the hatrs don’t like it

hook:
36 hoes in the block
32 -ss snitches in the glock
n-gg-s ridin’ like a mother-cker
make em real n-gg- call you by your benz number
middle finger to the cops, b-tch i think i popped
all eyes on me, b-tch i think i’m popped
holla at the thug life, b-tch i think i’m popped
i say mother life don’t think i’m not


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