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letra de trigger talk - reef the lost cauze

[intro]
ease off the trigger talk, you ain’t k!lling sh-t

[verse one] bloodsport
you wanna n-gga play predator and hunt a n-gga
you gonna k!ll who, n-gga? i will k!ll you
easy to be brave from a distance, p-ssy
rule number one better be busting your gun
call my name and i’mma stand still
and wait for the aggressor, i’m better under pressure
approach the perimeter, you maggot dinner
yeah you f-cking with the world’s top sinner, bloodsport
i broke every commandment except one
i honoured my mother, protected her with a gun
i plays no games, the uzi is sprayed
your brains, just think of a head like a sprinkler
you can threaten me and reef if you want to
hunter becomes the hunted, the lions’ll hunt you
you n-gga talk trigger talk, sh-t ain’t real
and you ain’t k!lling sh-t cause you don’t clap steel f-ggot

[hook]
trigger talk
ease off the trigger talk
ease off the trigger talk
you ain’t k!lling sh-t
trigger talk
ease off the trigger talk
ease off the trigger talk
you ain’t k!lling sh-t

[verse two] reef the lost cauze
yo k!ll the trigger talk and the gun jab
here’s a fun fact, if i see you you’d run laps
like a trackstar, peel off like nascar
me and bloodsport the hood version of blackstar
break your arm, break it again before the cast’s off
you’re some kind of g*nius, do you work for nasa?
it’s not rocket science, i have the foulest tyrant
crying, screaming, please stop the violence
won’t win, me and sport hunting you down like that bull in no country for old men
with that big thing stop talking sh-t man
get your sh-t maimed when i cl!ck bang
sh-t change in a split frame
you go from cool to sh-t stains walking with canes
it’s insane to keep on fronting like you busting
you f-cker, you ain’t hurting nothing

[hook]

[verse three]
yo i see it in your eyes, you wouldn’t hurt a fly
and if i heard any different then i heard a lie
you ain’t a thug, you’re more like burger fries
mop up the floor flunky, i swear to god i hope you die
i poke your eye with a blade that’s jagged
somebody better save this f-ggot cause i swear i’ll trash him
put him in gutters, it’s guns and b-tter
lost cauze, bloodsport, now you’re all gonna suffer
trust us, we leave you on crutches for that tough act
send shots your way, you won’t bust back (nah never)
you’ll just duck that, run away, my homies be like f-ck rap, f-ck that
don’t think you should rap, you’re too f-cking special
man somebody gonna test you, yeah somebody gonna check you
watch what you say homie, i will catch you
and if not my n-gga sport won’t miss you

[hook]

- reef the lost cauze

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