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trigga roon – no love lyrics

intro

huh
in these streets you get no love
n!ggas trana k!ll me i’m suicidal i’m like so what?
beefing with my n+gga then you beefing with like 4 guns
we can go to war but you don’t want it cause we got mo guns
feeling like i made it b!tch i’m clapping if you try to take it
tried to slide its vacant, ni!ggas hiding when we look for faces
try to touch my sh+t, you and mo gon trade places
ganstas in this b!tch give a f+&k if we catch cases
verse 1 :

so what? give ‘em face shots if he act tuff like
act what? them n!ggas all act they just act tuff
face shots make his face hot if he act tuff
them legs shots? ain’t gon’ do none when that drake pop
in the trenches n!ggas get popped if they hop fences
lil homie steppin he don’t even need no interest
all my n!ggas shottas where we from pop pistols
get ya issue you gon need a box of some soft tissues
the way this beat singing you would think chris brown made it
don’t say you love me cause they love gon’ turn hatred
brothers down the road just for giving succas facelift
black on black crime but i’m knowing i’m not racist
they like me, turn the stage up cause i’m hyphy
it’s likely n!ggas wanna be just like me
b!tch i’m off the chain i ain’t outta be icy
talking in cursive murder for hire come write me

chorus :

b+tch i got game you other n!ggas got flavor
mash hard on a b!tch p+p+player
real or fake? these n!ggas hate i’m getting paper
doing all that dat dissing you a h—h+hater
balling on these n!ggas first name should be lakers
still pull up but i’m not kent racer
these n!ggas cheap just like a bottle and sum chaser
never chase her it’s back to the block getting paper
verse :
b!tch i keep going huh im gon’ keep flowing huh
if i come thru with snow bunnies then it’s snowing huh
suicidal thoughts f+cking up my mind cause i’m going up
you ain’t heard enough word around town that i’m blowing up
flowing like a river you get shot trana show me some
my lil n!gga thuggin’ smoking sh!t trana fill his lungs
you the type of n!gga to go tell and talk to the ones
you the type of n!gga to get rich and just be a bum
friends turning fake who the f+ck could you really trust?
it’s a must that my brothers win all we got is luck
all this game i got can fill a ocean n!gga f+ck a cup
thinking to myself like d+mn ain’t n0body real as us
ima big dog barking on the net ima walk a pup
saying i’m blowing up? swear to god ion feel the buzz
milwaukee all i know is green b!tch i’m bout my bucks
shooters on the team like kareem trana get that clutch

chorus :

fat on the phone if it’s hood then he know wassup
my cousin tried to play me on the phone so it’s f+ck love
if money change n!ggas why they acting like i’m fake as f$&k
middle finger to my old plug he turnt fake as f$&k
all that mean muggin’ will get touched like you taking some
these fnn bullets will go shirts like they taking some
kenny gang i’ll hit a stain and call it field service
n!ggas trana hide from what? n!gga i’m in the field lurkin
n!ggas trana ride the what? n!gga they just field surfing
lost kenny world years ago and we still hurting
smoking all that weed should get you high n!gga not purpin
b!tches love us they don’t even know we use steal purses
b!tches love us they be taking pics like we real famous
b!tch you ain’t heard we ain’t in the birds this sh!t real dangerous
bang the tre then i bang the 4 let these n!ggas know
moving real fast to the money but you can take it slow

chorus :

- trigga roon lyrics

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