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letra de middle finger up - gudda brvckin

[intro]
n-ggas ain’t steppin’ how i’m steppin’, i’m tryna keep it goin’
i was influenced by the streets, now i’m the deepest goin’
i was down bad to my last, but they was never knowin’
(trap santana, though)

[verse]
let the streets know i’m the most influenced in this sh-t
how the f-ck you speakin’ ’bout them bodies when you ain’t caught sh-t?
i was duckin’ one time before i even made this
real n-ggas feel this, f-ck n-ggas hate this
know some n-ggas probably want me dead and gone
but i’m the type of n-gga that’s gon’ send that n-gga home
and i’m missing my dogs, man, it’s been too long
i was off a lot of lean and i started sippin’ strong
back-to-back cases i was fightin’, but they done dropped ’em all
spent the whole dub in the mall, this my time to ball
i’m a young n-gga in this world, but i done seen it all
n-ggas snakin’ n-ggas over b-tches, i done seen it all
mama taught me if i fall down, you better get up
last n-gga played with my name, he got hit up
sick f-ck, put it in her stomach, she got hiccups
ridin’ in a lil’ b, just know i got the bl!ck tucked
ridin’ ’round my city, just know i’m thinkin’ hard
’cause i was outside when times was gettin’ hard
stop thinkin’ with your d-ck, man, it’s time to think smart
’cause where i come from, it’s real sunny, but it’s dark
ayy, look
know some n-ggas hate me, know some n-ggas wanna take me
know some b-tches want my baby
i’ll drive a b-tch crazy in this brand-new mercedes
they say i’m so dope like it’s crack in the ’80s
n-ggas showin’ fake love, that sh-t is fake as f-ck
had to cut my hair off, i showed ’em ’bout this taper cut
big ain’t even know what i bang ’cause i don’t give a f-ck
i hate the b-tches walk around with they nose up
can’t show sh-t, i keep it real, this is no diss
hate the rap n-ggas who showed me that they don’t know sh-t
i got the best management in the bitty, i bet they know this
ever since i dropped “slang iron,” they wanna know this
kid in la, i was raised on the eastside
seen n-ggas lose they life for throwin’ up them gang signs
knowin’ i’ma bang mine wherever i’m at
it don’t make a n-gga gangster ’cause he got gang tats
first n-ggas get they face blew off
‘member n-ggas left me out, they said i wouldn’t go far
i started f-ckin’ n-ggas’ b-tches when i knew i was hard
i started movin’ militant when i seen n-ggas was off
i was locked out, then i found a key and made my way in
figured it out by myself ’cause i don’t need friends
real n-ggas all in my section, i don’t need pretends
when i was down bad, they ain’t even check again
[chorus]
all-red guts, i don’t need no love (no love)
watch your homies, they’ll get you dubbed
i’m the type of n-gga get the strap in the club
came in this b-tch with my middle finger up
came in this b-tch with my middle finger up
came in this b-tch with my middle finger up

[outro]
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boy, i been trippin’ all day and i don’t care and
bring your ass home
i’m sorry, i take it back
i know i said i put your clothes outside, but they still in the house
baby, i’m sorry, like, d-mn
i ain’t gon’ trip no more, i promise, just come home
it’s me again
sh-t, i was trippin’ earlier, i was drunk
i ain’t drunk no more, come on

- gudda brvckin

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