Lil Wayne - Trigger Finger (Feat. Soulja Boy)

I ain't lookin' back nigga
I'm a douchebag to these
pussy ass niggas
Hammer in my draws
but I nail yo bitch
Blunts like fingers
I'm bout to make a fist
Everybody die gon' bury me alive
Grab life by the horns
put the bullshit aside
Glock clip full like
the moon in the sky
I'm at the gas station
adding fuel to the fire
Life ain't shit but
bitches and money
I pass that weed like I studied
Bury me in fire and
watch me phoenix
Highway to Heaven
I'm taking the scenic
You tied to the track
of my train of thoughts
And controlling my thoughts
is like taming sharks
And these hoes wanna kick it
with me I'm a sensei
And I got fat pockets
you niggas in shape
Tools on deck tattoos on necks
Life is a bitch I'll make her yo ex
Better turn to God 'fore
I turn to Godzilla
How the fuck you gon' talk
shit to diarrhea
Muthafucka it's on
I'm just rubbing 'em wrong
Put a bug in my ear
but not in my phone
I'll have a broke muthafucka
run in ya home
For a crumb and a bone
and put one in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
Empty stomach full clip
I'm gon' get it gon' get it
Empty stomach full clip
I'm gon' get it gon' get it
My trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin'
I don't like to dream
about gettin' paid
You ain't gon' hurt
nobody like Kid 'n Play
Ain't nun sweet
but the codeine nigga
Eyes hella red like
chlorine nigga
I was gettin' that pussy
I was gettin' that money
Long hair don't care
Hacksaw Jim Duggan
Too high to take a breath too
high to take a step
Two rights don't make a wrong
three rights make a left
The cops on my dick
the feds on my nerves
I walk it like I talk it
got legs on my words
If she don't suck dick
I don't give her that dick
Got the world in my hands
I'ma dribble that bitch
Money is the issue
full court pressure
I like my blunt Nutty Professor
I'm a straight rider
with a get away driver
Hit you dead on the money now
you dead on arrival
I don't fuck with these niggas
too old for new friends
But never too rich for new money
These niggas buying hatorade
by the twelve pack
Like two stomachs
I'm laced up like two shoes
miss goody
Keep that ratchet nigga
Trigger finger itchin'
I'll scratch you nigga
Blow yo fuckin' brains
out in traffic nigga
Got green New Orleans St
Patrick nigga
One bitch on the whip
one on the phone
The one on the phone
is in front of ya home
She 'bout to run in ya home
and put one in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
Empty stomach full clip
I'm gon' get it gon' get it
Empty stomach full clip
I'm gon' get it gon' get it
My trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin'
Rest in peace to the game cause
I'm fresh to death
Rest in peace to the game
tell them kill theyself
Make yo death wish
cause I'm too fresh
Cause I'm fresh to death
cause I'm fresh to death
You go broke tryna
get fresh like this
Rest in peace to the game
cause I killed it
I'm fresh to death
I'm fresh to death
What you talkin'
I came out a coffin
I just can't see myself
living in a house of mirrors
I bought me a double R
cause I went from rags to riches
And these niggas nag like bitches
Actin' like little fags like Richard
And all of my bitches
be bad as vision
You got a problem I can fix it
like a mathematician
I ammunition
call me ammo for short
Trukfit shirt camo the shorts
Ya girl is a freak ya
man is a narc
Put ya son in ya arm
or put one in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome

Lil Wayne - Trigger Finger (Feat. Soulja Boy)

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