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juicy j – squeeze the trigga lyrics

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[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 [?]



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