st triggz – 12:12 lyrics
it’s 12 past 12 parties poppin (huh)
got the feds at the door they ain’t lockin’ (no way)
got a portuguese ting named luana
she ain’t ugly but she leaning and she bopping
shouts my n-ggas in the trap yeah they shotting
i don’t f-ck with that but i still get the gwop in (yo)
she said she don’t do that on the first night
b-tch you better get to toppin
n-ggas say they on me they be plotting in the hood
i just hit em with the jumper
balling like bamba (swish)
sheck wes b-tch i’m blacker than black
and i give her the hammer the return of the mack
said i’m a real man, sh-t i’ve never been a broad
but i’m balling overseas like my n-gga zak haque
(said i’m a real man, sh-t i’ve never been a broad
but i’m balling overseas like my n-gga zak haque)
that one went over your head top
you know i got the flow that makes you n-ggas wanna jiggy bop
i’m in my feelings sh-t i’m rocking with the shiggy bop
b-tch, i’m lying hit that -ss like a milly rock
it’s a shock it’s a shame it’s a blessing
if you touch ace then i get the smith and wessen
they ain’t hearing what i’m sayin teach them likkle boy a lesson
in the field like afii and i grip it like i’m saiyan
issa wrap no southern fried chicken
i’m just playin with the beat so you better sit and listen (uh-huh)
if you really wanna peep hard bars no prison
imma cruise on the beat it’s no impossible mission
like tom f-ck it raw no dom
in the booth with my phone like i’m big red rom
there’s a clip of this beat on p-rnhub dot com
t-tled st triggz f-cked me up! – 3 minutes long
it’s 12 past 12 parties poppin (huh)
got the feds at the door they ain’t lockin’ (no wa)
got a portuguese ting called luana
she ain’t ugly but she leaning and she bopping
shouts my n-ggas in the trap yeah they shotting
i don’t f-ck with that but i still get the gwop in (yo)
she said she don’t do that on the first night
b-tch you better get to toppin
if i come to your door you won’t hear ding dong
back and forth till i close your eyes like ping pong (huh)
i ain’t racist or i would’ve said ching chong
i put my ding dong (huh)
inside her pink thong
i’m in it for this long
and she puts on my song
and asks me if she’s the baddie on my phone n-gga?
b-tch i’m high the cali went straight to the dome n-gga
she krept down now she sucking on my cone n-gga
i’m s t to the t they f-cking know n-gga
i ain’t gonna blow i’m gonna f-cking explode n-gga
i ain’t gonna stop until they calling me the goat n-gga
n-ggas better know that i’m coming for their throats n-gga (ay)
stand down
see these lines finna be in yo head like a frown
sh-t i ain’t the king yet but i still got the crown
this my place
this my house
this my city
this my town
it’s 12 past 12 parties poppin (huh)
got the feds at the door they ain’t lockin’ (no way)
got a portuguese ting called luana
she ain’t ugly but she leaning and she bopping
shouts my n-ggas in the trap yeah they shotting
i don’t f-ck with that but i still get the gwop in (yo)
she said she don’t do that on the first night
b-tch you better get to toppin
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