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the middle finger song - saigon lyrics

[hook]
don’t let it fool you, boo, this sh*t is a scam
the revolution will not be on instagram
you fighting for rights and you fighting for life
you ain’t on the front line with a hot pipe
n*gga, f*ck you

[bridge]
f*ck you n*gga
yo streetrunner, let’s start it from the top
let’s do this sh*t for real, yo, let’s go

some of y’all know who i am
some of y’all won’t care
some of y’all will respond to this
some of y’all won’t dare
if you hear your name in the song
something i won’t share
and i’m hoping you hearing it so clear
n*gga, f*ck you
and to them industry n*ggas that blackballed me
mad because i’m real and don’t happen to rap corny
when come to spittin’ i’m in a whole different category
i got two words for your ass shorty
f*ck you
and to whoever concoct thе corona virus
or who that be the reason wе had a moment of silence
it’s bad enough we k!lling one another with valence
you think that we needed another challenge?
n*gga, f*ck you
and to that half*white negro they call e*bro
i used to have respect for you, now i got less than zero
n*ggas get in positions and get enslaved by their ego
and gotta sit with [?], he know
n*gga, f*ck you
and to that sucker that left my mother to suffer
you call yourself a father you fraudulent motherf*cker?
i even resent the fact that we resemble one another
despite the fact that i still love ya
n*gga, f*ck you
and to them doctors that put me on medication
’cause i was letting my hammer pop with no hesitation
not only was it love, i was snuffed of their education
look what i’ve become with some dedication
n*gga, f*ck you
and to the kids that shot up the car i was riding in
now i know your handle, you lucky they ain’t provide it then
if i wasn’t rapping, i promise i’m doing [?]
still got this bullet inside my skin
n*gga, f*ck you

[interlude]
hold up, hold up
what y’all clapping for i’m not finished
i ain’t done
i’m not finished man
bring that beat back
bring that sh*t back, man

[verse 2]
and julie greenwald, you can get these b*lls
got my foot on the gas, not planning to ease off
culture vulture thought i would crash without no recall
look who got the last laugh, hee, haw
b*tch, f*ck you
somebody overheard peter rosenberg talking sh*t
throwing dirt on my name, not knowing i would grow from this
you ain’t even a guest in hip*hop, you like a chauffeur, b*tch
the ultimate pr*ck, choke on a d*ck
n*gga, f*ck you
and patrick ewing for missing a d*mn layup
i put some paper against the pacers and had to pay up
you went in with some more punk sh*t, who woulda thunk it?
you said up for something you supposed to dunk it
n*gga, f*ck you

[outro]
f*ck you, man
word up, streetrunner
you ain’t banging it out with the [?] whites
n*gga, f*ck you
for all you suckers
f*ck you, man
nah, i’m just playing
f*ck you and a f*ck her too
f*ck you and a f*ck him too
haha, yo runner what’s up?
we running this sh*t, sai get it
streetrunner
f*ck all these n*ggas
f*ck these producers
f*ck these whack ass rap n*ggas
f*ck these fake ass bloggers
whatever you call it, podcasts
f*ck all you

- saigon lyrics

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