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letra de squeeze the trigga - juicy j

[verse 1: k!lla b]
now we popping game on the b-tches ’cause they know
a pimp type n-gga’s on the motherf-cking flow
so drop it off hoe and i’ma go up in your back
and if you talk sh-t, you’ll get a foot up in your ass
see f-cked n-ggas fake and players stay strong
see if it ain’t dead ’cause this sh-t is going on, b
careful when you’re rolling through my motherf-cking set
’cause if you ain’t strapped, your stupid ass [?]
and i bet i got some things for you p-ssy ass n-ggas
perpetrate, like you’re hard and you never touched the trigger
but you figure you’re the sh-t just because you want a bite
but step to the k!ller and your ass just might take flight
’cause i’m tired of the motherf-cking [?]
so just pass me the glock for the f-cking execution
a pimp type n-gga ’cause i got to be real
you got to come hard unless you want to be k!lled
but you still want to play like a motherf-cking hoe
so now it’s time i rush your ass to the f-cking floor
i ain’t saying what i’m saying motherf-cker, it’s for real
you’re gonna f-ck around and get your motherf-cking cap hit

[hook]
pimp n-gga, k!lla b, the mother f-cking [?]
squeeze the trigga
pimp n-gga, k!lla b, the mother f-cking [?]
squeeze the trigga
pimp n-gga, k!lla b, the mother f-cking [?]
squeeze the trigga
pimp n-gga, k!lla b, the mother f-cking [?]
squeeze the trigga
[verse 2: k!lla b]
i spit motherf-cking lyrics from my windpipe
f-cking n-ggas up when it’s time to fill their head like
rolling through the mound with a half a pound of yak
then i call my n-gga [?] iced out jacket
make a move brother, [?] 8ball
i got the glock in the glove for your n-ggas stupid car
a pimp with a b-tch, so motherf-ck a hoe
i got b-tches selling aspirin from tennessee to chicago
cali and new york and all the seven seas
(do pimps eat p-ssy?) man, that depends
i kick it like a [?] i thought you n-ggas knew it
if you got a mission too [?]
a n-gga doing wrong but i’m still about the right things
sold a little dope but i never had to g-ngb-ng
[?] on my roadies, peeping game in the clip
and one in the chamber for you n-ggas on the creep tip
b-tches on my d-ck ’cause they know this sh-t is thick
and n-ggas in the mental, fatal shots to the temple
so see it’s quite simple for a n-gga that’s for real
don’t step to the k!ller or else you’ll get your f-cking cap hit

[hook]
pimp n-gga, k!lla b, the mother f-cking [?]
squeeze the trigga
pimp n-gga, k!lla b, the mother f-cking [?]
squeeze the trigga
pimp n-gga, k!lla b, the mother f-cking [?]
squeeze the trigga
pimp n-gga, k!lla b, the mother f-cking [?]
squeeze the trigga
[verse 3: k!lla b]
just like my n-gga homicide, i’m paranoid n-gga
you reach for your gat, aw sh-t i got a [?]
so pimps don’t play, so motherf-cker don’t step
a b-tch k!lling hoes ’cause i got to hold my rep
see i’m stepping with my weapon on my hip, it’s a trip
every clip in my hand and i’m walking with a limp
gorilla pimping b-tches in the motherf-cking house
orange mound n-ggas that were gonna turn it out
for the n-ggas getting buck, getting so ruck
when i’m filling cats, i take the motherf-cking dandruff
off a n-gga head, it’s dripping red on the concrete
notice when i’m flowing that i never got off beat
one time, see i kick the rhymes that make you shiver
it’s me k!lla b, the motherf-cking [?]

[hook]
pimp n-gga, k!lla b, the mother f-cking [?]
pimp n-gga, k!lla b, the mother f-cking [?]
pimp n-gga, k!lla b, the mother f-cking [?]
pimp n-gga, k!lla b, the mother f-cking [?]

- juicy j

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