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trigga playy - stick around lyrics

[chorus: trigga playy]
told baby to be coolin’, stick around, it won’t be long
got some n+ggas in the cage and i also got some in the ground
when we f+ckin’ in her stomach, keep on goin’, she say, “i’m cummin'”
i been thuggin’ on my own, they say it’s money on my dome
keep on losin’ my right hand to the system, they want ’em gone
told my n+gga keep his head up and just chill, it won’t be long
i’d rather keep sayin’ free him than rather see my n+gga gone
they be hatin’, we on that droppa sh+t, we tryna get ’em gone
and my daddy locked up for some years, i swear that n+gga strong
we gon’ make it out the hood, make sure my people on
everybody on my table, we gon’ eat it won’t be alone
smoke a [?] in this backwood, she asks what’s my cologne
[verse 1: trigga playy]
and i got diamonds in my mouth, when i open up she get chills
my lil nephew walk up on me, he said uncy shot for real
and my unc out here f+cked up, n+gga slipped him on some pills
n+ggas steady shootin’ up houses, you n+ggas can’t be for real
opps steady callin’ my instagram, you n+ggas ain’t for real
i know y’all n+ggas hate me, y’all b+tches wan’ have my baby
i be thinkin’ to myself, like, “trigga playy mane why they hate you”
i be thinkin’ to myself, like, “trigga playy mane why they hate you”

[verse 2: jaydayoungan]
get to the bag, but i go through the most sh+t
remember down bad on my ass when i was tryna scope sh+t
was workin’ with my last [?], then i had like 4 bricks
was slidin’ round in the slab, clutchin’ back with 4 sticks
free them members, b+tch you waitin’ on that release date
full of za, i’m high, b+tch i can’t even f+ckin’ see straight
in the trap, gettin off a pack, i’m on the way, but i might be late
[?] up with 28, drop your loca+, [?]
on that 23 sh+t, but i’m posted up with a .45
these b+tch n+ggas hatin, they ain’t gon spray but i’mma blow mine
chapo [?] the block, he out his time, he don’t got no mind
b+tch you know how to find me, shootas behind me like a cosign
get it in, from 10 to 10, we got the trap jumpin’
you tryna spin, i’mma tap in as soon as the pack come in
and f+ck around we sellin’ dimes before this rap money
and i ain’t lyin’, b+tch i’mma slang this iron, f+ck who gon [?] for me
slide with trigga with a pistol in a scat pack
in the back in all black, clutchin’ on drac, that’s where pap at
tryna catch that lil n+gga with the fro, aim at his snap back
hit him with them hollows, and knock that p+ssy n+gga hat back
[chorus: trigga playy]
told baby to be coolin’, stick around, it won’t be long
got some n+ggas in the cage and i also got some in the ground
when we f+ckin’ in her stomach, keep on goin’, she say, “i’m cummin'”
i been thuggin’ on my own, they say it’s money on my dome
keep on losin’ my right hand to the system, they want ’em gone
told my n+gga keep his head up and just chill, it won’t be long
i’d rather keep sayin’ free him than rather see my n+gga gone
they be hatin’, we on that droppa sh+t, we tryna get ’em gone
and my daddy locked up for some years, i swear that n+gga strong
we gon’ make it out the hood, make sure my people on
everybody on my table, we gon’ eat it won’t be alone
smoke a [?] in this backwood, she asks what’s my cologne

- trigga playy lyrics

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