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letra de introducing slim trigga - slim trigga

[intro: slim trigga]
uh yeah, its your boy slim trigga
introducing slim trigga. (yeah,)
shout-outs to my boys jack haroldson, christian dolla gunshot, and c spinner
here we go
[intro]

its your boy slim trigga
got hops like tigga
i’m making six figures
yeah i’m thug
its written on my coffee mug (yeah, yeah)
you wanna see my mugshot, i’m more dangerous than a blood clot
but i ain’t about getting shot
i’m on fire
like jim roam i’m sipping petroum
and listen to baritone
be a bigger hit than bret when he was a jet (yeah,)
its your boy slim trigga
hit me up on twitter
i’m a city slicker
living in the depths, range road
i’m taking heavy breaths while i’m k!lling brothers like the black death
i stay away from crystal meth
cuz’ its your boy slim trigga (uh,)
that’s me
it’s slim trigga
what, uh, yeah
what, what, what, what, what
cuz’ its your boy slim trigga
sipping on liquor
looking at myself in the mirror
i’ll take a naked photo and put it on edmodo
i know it sounds loco but i’m hard
hard enough to pull a shard of gl-ss out my -ss (yeah,)
whats on the forecast? its my war path
yeah its your boy slim trigga
i’m a heavy hitter, a stripper k!ller
got a healthy liver
shoutouts to my boy christian miller
and i got a river flowing through my veins
but i might get hurt by growing pains
or how kevin hart entertains (yeah,)
overall, i’ve never worn overalls
and can’t imagine
a phonecall from biggie smalls (yeah,)
you know i like p-ssy
i eat it up like a cookie
so i hope your not wookie (yeah,)
yeah you know slim trigga
he wanna party, f-ck you marty
yeah i’m arty like van gogh
but i got two ears though
i ain’t slow
i’m dirty like f-ckin’ mike rowe
can’t miss a free throw or an episode of antiques roadshow (yeah,)
i’m bout to explode like f-ckin’ electrode
or a volcano
my hair no show the rain tho
what the f-ck are jeans i don’t wear em by any means
make sure i eat my greens and my beans but not those f-ckin’ sardines
i hope the world doesn’t get taken over by machines (cuz,)
i’m living in the land of the free sippin lean and landin’ falcon knees
watchin aziz, in belize
feeling a nice breeze
while i’m helping out retirees (yeah,)
you know what i means
retirees
uh
i’m out
your boy slim trigga
that’s me
you’re gonna remember me after this one
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