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trigga500k & bossman dlow – ain’t goin lyrics

[intro: trigga500k]
(g6k)
uh, uh

[verse 1: trigga500k]
i’m the one that they dependin’ on, i’m the one that made sh+t happen
i’m from monticello, florida, baby, i’m not from tallahassee
know i’m known for gettin’ flakka off and runnin’ up that cabbage gotta watch how you lay on the bed, it’s rats off in the mattress n+ggas hate when i pop out and pop it, i don’t give no f+cks
dare a n+gga to play around with this sh+t, i bet i get him touched
won’t catch me doin’ no flaw sh+t ’cause, n+gga, it ain’t in me
them n+ggas ain’t really real for real, they puttin’ on an image
you know i’m off the block, for real, been wildin’ from the piston
need a housekeeper for how ’cause i been f+ckin’ up the kitchen
need a rat cage for the z, i do a half for cam kitchеn
told them n+ggas flakka’ll change your life, but thеy ain’t wanna listen
te+tell 12 to get up off my d+ck, i’m chillin’, i don’t no nothin’
send a b+tch and get her n+gga whacked while i’m somewhere out the country
even though that p+ssy good and all, i’d rather go get some money
n+gga f+ckin’ up his chicken on that ho ’cause he a dummie

[chorus” trigga500k & bossman dlow]
n+ggas lyin’ about that motion, they ain’t havin’ and they know it
i’m the one turned up the trap, for real, and all them n+ggas know it
like ten on me right now, n+gga, p+ss me off and i’ll throw it
ain’t nothin’ like them other n+ggas, on gang, b+tch, i ain’t goin’ (big za)
[verse 2: bossman dlow]
n+gga, i ain’t goin’ for nothin’, p+ssy n+gga, is you crazy? (n+gga)
i’m a real street n+gga, p+ssy sh+t ain’t tolerated (p+ssy)
re+up with the plug, hit the kitchen, get in the lab, n+gga (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
cut ’em up and bust ’em down, a hundred dollar slabs, n+gga (trap)
put your f+ckin’ arm in that bowl and work your wrist, baby
pull off in a basic car, pull up x6, baby (vroom)
i’ll make five hundred k like my name trigga (yeah)
i’ma count chicken, bossed up, paid n+gga (big za)
i’m from port salerno, florida, where we five percent the trucks (n+gga)
i spent sixty on this chain, n+gga, ain’t nothin’ gettin’ tucked (p+ssy n+gga)
four hundred grams on my wrist, p+ssy n+gga, i’m up (yeah)
i’ll put it in a n+gga face, i don’t give no f+cks (nah)
don’t be talkin’ ’bout no motion, n+gga, you know you dead broke (broke+ass n+gga)
i’ll spend your right pocket on a moncler coat (yeah)
it’s crazy how you need bakin’ soda to cook coke (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
you ain’t havin’ nothin’ but problems, p+ssy n+gga, you look poor (n+gga)
b+tch, i’m lit behind these tinted windows, b+tch, these diamonds hittin’ (they hittin’)
i can’t let a n+gga throw me off, b+tch, i’m on a mission (a mission)
you ready to die about that b+tch? oh, that silly dude ridiculous, huh (ridiculous, n+gga)
i just left out lenox, huh, boy, this sh+t here slippery, n+gga (this sh+t here slippery, n+gga)

- trigga500k bossman dlow lyrics

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