Middle Finger U - Sauce Money



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,



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