
Middle Finger Kidd Kidd (Ft. Kevin Gates & Young Buck)
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[Chorus: Kidd Kidd]
Thirty six O's [?] the block, thirty two extentions in the Glock
Niggas riding like a motherfucker
[?] real niggas, call you by your badge number
Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I’m Pac
All eyes on me, bitch, I think I'm Pac
I live that thug life, bitch, I think I'm Pac
Said I’m 'bout that life, don't think I'm not
Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac
[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
Make music for the streets, I ain't going pop
I got the juice now, Kidd Kidd, you hot
If rap don't work, I'm going back to the block
America’s most wanted, with a pistol on me
Don’t care how bad she is, I fuck with real bitches only
All eyes on me, I hear they looking for me
Free Chuck, he caught a charge and he took it for me
[?] rolling up on the west coast
Drop top, [?] if you want some [?]
I see death around the corner, so don't try to play me
You might end up in the dumpster, like Brenda’s baby
[Chorus: Kidd Kidd]
Thirty six O's [?] the block, thirty two extentions in the Glock
Niggas riding like a motherfucker
[?] real niggas, call you by your badge number
Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac
All eyes on me, bitch, I think I'm Pac
I live that thug life, bitch, I think I’m Pac
Said I'm 'bout that life, don't think I'm not
Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac
Thirty six O's [?] the block, thirty two extentions in the Glock
Niggas riding like a motherfucker
[?] real niggas, call you by your badge number
Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I’m Pac
All eyes on me, bitch, I think I'm Pac
I live that thug life, bitch, I think I'm Pac
Said I’m 'bout that life, don't think I'm not
Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac
[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd]
Make music for the streets, I ain't going pop
I got the juice now, Kidd Kidd, you hot
If rap don't work, I'm going back to the block
America’s most wanted, with a pistol on me
Don’t care how bad she is, I fuck with real bitches only
All eyes on me, I hear they looking for me
Free Chuck, he caught a charge and he took it for me
[?] rolling up on the west coast
Drop top, [?] if you want some [?]
I see death around the corner, so don't try to play me
You might end up in the dumpster, like Brenda’s baby
[Chorus: Kidd Kidd]
Thirty six O's [?] the block, thirty two extentions in the Glock
Niggas riding like a motherfucker
[?] real niggas, call you by your badge number
Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac
All eyes on me, bitch, I think I'm Pac
I live that thug life, bitch, I think I’m Pac
Said I'm 'bout that life, don't think I'm not
Middle finger to the cops, bitch, I think I'm Pac
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