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letra de trimmer - trigga500k

[verse]
(uh)
b-tch, i’m fresh up out the trap, got residue on all my fingers
got a voice like jodeci, know he gone tell, that boy a singer
just took a n-gga b-tch o.t
i wrote his page and told ’em thank ya
n-gga, you better watch how you movin’, i got it on me
armed and dangerous
mr. hop out with that switch and run ya down, give jit a spankin’
soon as that f-ck n-gga get down the road and hop off the bus
them boys gone shake em
all i love is guns, and you know i’m f-cked up ’bout them drugs
spend a dub everytime i re-up, n-gga, i ain’t going back where i was
n-gga ain’t beat that case, he lying
i know you told, b-tch, you the fuzz
n-gga wanna ridе the wave so bad
they’ll gеt on they knees to catch a buzz
this sh-t come trim as h-ll, no (?) but, this sh-t in me
gotta choose between her and her friend then f-ck it, i ain’t pickin’
all this sh-t came off the scale and i’ll blow it, i ain’t stingy
all that spinnin’ i did with twin’nem i’m suprised i ain’t dizzy

(uh, aye) i’m suprised i ain’t dizzy
all that spinnin’ i did with twin’nem i’m suprised i ain’t dizzy

[verse]
i up the score everytime a n-gga swing
i send a blitz like john madden but, this sh-t ain’t a game
that (?) f-ck up a n-gga frame
put one of these f-ck n-ggas on ice but
i ain’t with johnny dang (uh)
aye, all this motion got ’em lookin’ brazy
baby, that n-gga ain’t havin’ nothin’
he need a job, go sign ’em up, he better off slavin’
ran up 100, told ma dukes we made it
i ‘member tryna get off my dime
prayin’ for a plug to come and save me
she tryna eat me, love a n-gga fragrance
i got the trap swingin’, harder than a b-tch
you would think i had crack in the 80’s
off the (?) in feelin’ jaded
when i ain’t on point, i’m still on point
don’t play with me, you must be f-ckin’ brazy
i lost it all and went and got it back
i left a b-tch, n-gga say he took and just for that
i went and got her back
ran out of rubber bands, so i left it loose
i’m tryna figure out why these f-ck n-ggas be hatin’
but, that’s what n-ggas do
still in rotation, i get on the move
bangin’ the five, they think a n-gga neighborhood
the way i up the blues
wanna be famous, i’ll help you make the news
aye, if you thinkin ian gone smack you if ya play then you a f-ckin’ fool
real trapper at it’s finest
might cuban link my b-tch and buss her neck down with diamonds
in the trap where you could find me, phone jumpin like it’s jordan
these n-ggas can’t even get up off they sack, half these f-ck n-ggas h–rders
nah, for real

- trigga500k

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