Middle Fingers lyrics

by

Lloyd Banks


[Chorus: Waka Flocka]
Put your middle fingers up x3
And scream f*ck y'all n*ggas
Put your middle fingers up x3
And scream f*ck y'all n*ggas
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck y'all n*ggas
Put your middle fingers up x2
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck y'all n*ggas
Put your middle fingers up x2
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck y'all n*ggas x2

[Verse 1: Giggs]
n*ggas put your middle finger up now
All you other pus*y n*ggas duck down
n*gga put your middle finger up
Get the ringer out ama get them n*ggas touched
f*ck it ama fill em up
Man will turkey n*ggas ama get them n*ggas stuffed
When its dinner time, and we let them spinners frost
Pass it over here ama show you how to swing a ?
Getting money so a n*gga stunt
Check my bank account you see how them figures jump
Get that alcohol, now a n*gga drunk
The realest ones, that am still amongst
Man like jimmy on da rocks dat will spill along
When were on the battle field think them n*ggas run
So if you wanna dis me better bring a gun
[Chorus: Waka Flocka]
Put your middle fingers up x3
And scream f*ck y'all n*ggas
Put your middle fingers up x2
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck y'all n*ggas x2

[Verse 2: Gunna D]
I'll let it ring out, when that beef calls
n*ggas squashing beef like there making meat balls
f*ck peace, I just keep that piece full
f*ck police n*gga I don't need rules
Bring the piece like Gandhi, show him to Jesus
Pick up the piece, let them pick up the pieces
Yeah, (Gunna)
Turn your lights off when that nine releases
Like amen, put your lights out on your day in
If I get that low down, I ain't waiting
Let that 3 8th spin
I ain't playin, n*gga I don't play
I ain't a pimp but I can make that pus*y pay
These n*ggas playing, but they can't press replay
When I press on the spesh and blow his chest away

[Chorus: Waka Flocka]
Put your middle fingers up x3
And scream f*ck y'all n*ggas
Put your middle fingers up x2
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck y'all n*ggas x2
[Verse 3: Killa Ki]
n*ggas rapping good, but cuz they ain't live the lie
I've been in mad beef had to grip ma nine
So f*ck your rapping lies, still got a trapping life
Half a box of the duck [?]
This is real n*gga music
South London, Pecknarm, trust me we do dis
We grip and we shoot sticks, we trap and we move bricks
Here in the UK, if you never knew this
We beef south from the queens house
Yellow brick blocks, that be the deep south
Peckham Boys, Black Gang, n*ggas know what we're 'bout
Soon run the rap game cuz I ain't got no doubt

[Chorus: Waka Flocka]
Put your middle fingers up x3
And scream f*ck y'all n*ggas
Put your middle fingers up x3
And scream f*ck y'all n*ggas
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck y'all n*ggas
Put your middle fingers up x2
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck y'all n*ggas
Put your middle fingers up x2
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck y'all n*ggas x2
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