Sauce Money - Middle Finger U Lyrics
***** these niggasI dont give a ***** about nothinAnd you eitherThis is for you tommy tuckers, you know em, neighborhood suckersWe all got em, stupid mother*****ersWanna-be rap brothers--ruggers--, bitin ass niggas who love usIdolize us, eat a dick, cant touch usSlick nigga, far from a snitch niggaOr ***** nigga, quick to click on a sick niggaWhere its at nigga, roam with the chrome niggaFat nigga, bat against your dome niggaIm that nigga, one you cant even crushType of cat shit in your crib and dont even flushKind of nigga when you see him that you wantin to touchOn some russell simmons shit, but aint in no rushCause when the shit hit the fan, who the hell can you trust?Duckin the blow? really? where the ***** can you go?Who the ***** can you get when Im ready to spitWhen you hear my name I make you hate spaghetti and shitSpit and aim with the fifth, if I get caught in a lieTen shots light you up like the 4th of julyI dont need your help, *****, I got support from the skyQuite fluid, Im a definite, you might do it*****es, guns and ones, got a right to it***** up against the wall, I send your ass right through itTattooed like mike did it, leave you lightheadedSwear to god, yall niggas better act like christ said itHey yo yo who the hell this sauce nigga think he talkin to, man?Arrogant bastardChubby mother*****erYou think you alla that, man?I cant even stand to hear this shit no more, manHey you know what mother*****ers? it dont stop thereIma solidify my rap spot til its not fairNothin to do with it, niggas say, Im glad it was themSomethin to do with it, niggas gon be glad it was themInspire men, or some r&b shit and fire tenWith mya in it, gettin head from the way the tires spinMy whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spinYou just a cub nigga, trapped off in a lions denLookin for love? ***** you, you found hate, stupidI run with a 112 kids who raped cupidPlus got head, see my eyes, bloodshot redHands where I can cee like busta saidI lead by example, nigga - must I led?Last thing you hear is shots and every cuss I saidReal niggas walkin away, paramedics walkin your wayCrackin jokes while Im talkin to jayGettin head from four dimes from new york in a dayThis flow here is stainless, what you thought it was clay?Thought it was gold? only thing it bought was your soulSplit your wig, then confuse you for that fork in the roadI dont play with wack rappers, I slay wack rappersOnly aim to decay and spray wack rappersIf niggas wanna front, and say ***** my shitDont buy my album, ***** you and suck my dickBetter forget it, just to be specificCause if you the one, then Im too terrificBetter relax, fore you get it twistedIts to the death now, if you make the shitlistForget your lingo, and how you primadonna niggas mingleIm real money, fold up, you funny money, jingleNews flash, heres a hot-ass item to bring youHad a car, roley, and house before my first singleI know how yall niggas roll, quiet as a tearMy album aint even dropped, and Im writer of the yearI got shit, find me in your record store under hot shitWhile you register, under not shitI drop hits in the streets and triggersll blowShow after show, watch him, big as I rollWe all know the rules, fool, jewels, *****es and doughDid you hear? Im the fattest, nicest nigga you knowAnd I kill a mutha*****a just to gain a buckConfuse niggas, bust guns, and aim to duckIf you happen to sell half weight your game is luckWho write for who? yall sound the same, lame as *****Cant control it, tried to sell it, heard it the way you told itWho bought it? and if you sold it? extort itFor somethin I might have smoked, roll itNever get grimy as me, I ***** a rattle snake if a nigga hold itI got both sides of the fence in minuteI got hits with jay, clark, primo, and none of my wheels is rentedI got a smash with puff bout to drop any minute
