Sauce Money - Middle Finger U lyrics

rate me

Fuck these niggas

I don't give a fuck about nothin

And you either

This is for you Tommy Tuckers, you know em, neighborhood suckers

We all got em, stupid motherfuckers

Wanna-be rap brothers--ruggers--, bitin ass niggas who love us

Idolize us, eat a dick, can't touch us

Slick nigga, far from a snitch nigga

Or bitch nigga, quick to click on a sick nigga

Where it's at nigga, roam with the chrome nigga

Fat nigga, bat against your dome nigga

I'm that nigga, one you can't even crush

Type of cat shit in your crib and don't even flush

Kind of nigga when you see him that you wantin to touch

On some Russell Simmons shit, but ain't in no Rush

Cause when the shit hit the fan, who the hell can you trust?

Duckin the blow? Really? Where the fuck can you go?

Who the fuck can you get when I'm ready to spit

When you hear my name I make you hate spaghetti and shit

Spit and aim with the fifth, if I get caught in a lie

Ten shots light you up like the 4th of July

I don't need your help, bitch, I got support from the sky

Quite fluid, I'm a definite, you might do it

Bitches, guns and ones, got a right to it

Fuck up against the wall, I send your ass right through it

Tattooed like Mike did it, leave you lightheaded

Swear to God, y'all niggas better act like Christ said it

Hey yo yo who the hell this Sauce nigga think he talkin to, man?

Arrogant bastard

Chubby motherfucker

You think you alla that, man?

I can't even stand to hear this shit no more, man

Hey you know what motherfuckers? It don't stop there

I'ma solidify my rap spot til it's not fair

Nothin to do with it, niggas say, "I'm glad it was them"

Somethin to do with it, niggas gon' be glad it was them

Inspire men, or some R&B shit and fire ten

With Mya in it, gettin head from the way the tires spin

My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin

You just a cub nigga, trapped off in a lion's den

Lookin for love? Fuck you, you found hate, stupid

I run with a 112 kids who raped Cupid

Plus got head, see my eyes, bloodshot red

Hands where I can cee like Busta said

I lead by example, nigga - must I led?

Last thing you hear is shots and every cuss I said

Real niggas walkin away, paramedics walkin your way

Crackin jokes while I'm talkin to Jay

Gettin head from four dimes from New York in a day

This flow here is stainless, what you thought it was clay?

Thought it was gold? Only thing it bought was your soul

Split your wig, then confuse you for that fork in the road

I don't play with wack rappers, I slay wack rappers

Only aim to decay and spray wack rappers

If niggas wanna front, and say fuck my shit

Don't buy my album, fuck you and suck my dick

Better forget it, just to be specific

Cause if you the one, then I'm too terrific

Better relax, 'fore you get it twisted

It's to the death now, if you make the shitlist

Forget your lingo, and how you primadonna niggas mingle

I'm real money, fold up, you funny money, jingle

News flash, here's a hot-ass item to bring you

Had a car, Roley, and house before my first single

I know how y'all niggas roll, quiet as a tear

My album ain't even dropped, and I'm writer of the year

I got shit, find me in your record store under 'hot shit'

While you register, under 'not shit'

I drop hits in the streets and triggers'll blow

Show after show, watch him, big as I roll

We all know the rules, fool, jewels, bitches and dough

Did you hear? I'm the fattest, nicest nigga you know

And I kill a muthafucka just to gain a buck

Confuse niggas, bust guns, and aim to duck

If you happen to sell half weight your game is luck

Who write for who? Y'all sound the same, lame as fuck

Can't control it, tried to sell it, heard it the way you told it

Who bought it? And if you sold it? Extort it

For somethin I might have smoked, roll it

Never get grimy as me, I fuck a rattle snake if a nigga hold it

I got both sides of the fence in minute

I got hits with Jay, Clark, Primo, and none of my wheels is rented

I got a smash with Puff bout to drop any minute