OJ da Juiceman - Middle Finger lyrics
[OJ da Juiceman - Middle Finger lyrics]
ZT, let me talk these folk right quick cuz
Where would I be without my
Pyrex and my clientele
Probably broke and disgusted, dead or in jail
But with my right wrist
I learned to cook fish
Focus in the game, with one goal get rich
Get money, stack paper
Middle fingers in the air to a hater
Get money, stack paper
Middle finger in the air to a hater
Wish a nigga would, nigga wish he could
Be the Juiceman, got work in every hood
But I stay down, so I can wear the crown
Sucka nigga hate, pussy with a frown
You can join the circus
Cause I don't know this clown
Bouldercrest road that's my stomping ground
Shout out Lil Dre, that nigga hold me down
32 ENT and we don't fuck around
Wit no pussy niggas, no
Wit no hating niggas, no
Wit no sucka niggas
Yeah we from Decatur, nigga
Get some money, nigga
Get a hustle, nigga
You're a pocket watcher
You Russian missiles
Where would I be without my
Pyrex and my clientele
Probably broke and disgusted, dead or in jail
But with my right wrist
I learned to cook fish
Focus in the game, with one goal get rich
Get money, stack paper
Middle fingers in the air to a hater
Get money, stack paper
Middle finger in the air to a hater
Hi-hi hater, I guess you're mad
Cause my shoes is alligator
Every time I step out young
Juiceman look like he tailored
Blowing 93, RG3 when he paid for Baylor
White and blue polos
Keep 'em looking like a sailor
Kobe Bryant rich like I just
Signed with the Lakers
Keep a shooter with me
Reggie Miller from the Pacers
Go go gadget car like speed racer
Nigga hate on me, no. 2 pencil erase ya
Swear I'm from Alaska
Cuz my jewelry like a glacier
Came from the bottom to the top
Look how I raised up
Culinary arts school, yeah
I keep my grades up
Where would I be without my
Pyrex and my clientele
Probably broke and disgusted, dead or in jail
But with my right wrist
I learned to cook fish
Focus in the game, with one goal get rich
Get money, stack paper
Middle fingers in the air to a hater
Get money, stack paper
Middle finger in the air to a hater
Where would I be without my
Pyrex and my clientele
Probably broke and disgusted, dead or in jail
But with my right wrist
I learned to cook fish
Focus in the game, with one goal get rich
Get money, stack paper
Middle fingers in the air to a hater
Get money, stack paper
Middle finger in the air to a hater
Wish a nigga would, nigga wish he could
Be the Juiceman, got work in every hood
But I stay down, so I can wear the crown
Sucka nigga hate, pussy with a frown
You can join the circus
Cause I don't know this clown
Bouldercrest road that's my stomping ground
Shout out Lil Dre, that nigga hold me down
32 ENT and we don't fuck around
Wit no pussy niggas, no
Wit no hating niggas, no
Wit no sucka niggas
Yeah we from Decatur, nigga
Get some money, nigga
Get a hustle, nigga
You're a pocket watcher
You Russian missiles
Where would I be without my
Pyrex and my clientele
Probably broke and disgusted, dead or in jail
But with my right wrist
I learned to cook fish
Focus in the game, with one goal get rich
Get money, stack paper
Middle fingers in the air to a hater
Get money, stack paper
Middle finger in the air to a hater
Hi-hi hater, I guess you're mad
Cause my shoes is alligator
Every time I step out young
Juiceman look like he tailored
Blowing 93, RG3 when he paid for Baylor
White and blue polos
Keep 'em looking like a sailor
Kobe Bryant rich like I just
Signed with the Lakers
Keep a shooter with me
Reggie Miller from the Pacers
Go go gadget car like speed racer
Nigga hate on me, no. 2 pencil erase ya
Swear I'm from Alaska
Cuz my jewelry like a glacier
Came from the bottom to the top
Look how I raised up
Culinary arts school, yeah
I keep my grades up
Where would I be without my
Pyrex and my clientele
Probably broke and disgusted, dead or in jail
But with my right wrist
I learned to cook fish
Focus in the game, with one goal get rich
Get money, stack paper
Middle fingers in the air to a hater
Get money, stack paper
Middle finger in the air to a hater