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trigga500k – trimmer lyrics

[verse]
(uh)
b+tch, i’m fresh up out the trap, got residue on all my fingers
got a voice like jodeci, know he gone tell, that boy a singer
just took a n+gga b+tch o.t
i wrote his page and told ’em thank ya
n+gga, you better watch how you movin’, i got it on me
armed and dangerous
mr. hop out with that switch and run ya down, give jit a spankin’
soon as that f+ck n+gga get down the road and hop off the bus
them boys gone shake em
all i love is guns, and you know i’m f+cked up ’bout them drugs
spend a dub everytime i re+up, n+gga, i ain’t going back where i was
n+gga ain’t beat that case, he lying
i know you told, b+tch, you the fuzz
n+gga wanna ridе the wave so bad
they’ll gеt on they knees to catch a buzz
this sh+t come trim as h+ll, no (?) but, this sh+t in me
gotta choose between her and her friend then f+ck it, i ain’t pickin’
all this sh+t came off the scale and i’ll blow it, i ain’t stingy
all that spinnin’ i did with twin’nem i’m suprised i ain’t dizzy

(uh, aye) i’m suprised i ain’t dizzy
all that spinnin’ i did with twin’nem i’m suprised i ain’t dizzy

[verse]
i up the score everytime a n+gga swing
i send a blitz like john madden but, this sh+t ain’t a game
that (?) f+ck up a n+gga frame
put one of these f+ck n+ggas on ice but
i ain’t with johnny dang (uh)
aye, all this motion got ’em lookin’ brazy
baby, that n+gga ain’t havin’ nothin’
he need a job, go sign ’em up, he better off slavin’
ran up 100, told ma dukes we made it
i ‘member tryna get off my dime
prayin’ for a plug to come and save me
she tryna eat me, love a n+gga fragrance
i got the trap swingin’, harder than a b+tch
you would think i had crack in the 80’s
off the (?) in feelin’ jaded
when i ain’t on point, i’m still on point
don’t play with me, you must be f+ckin’ brazy
i lost it all and went and got it back
i left a b+tch, n+gga say he took and just for that
i went and got her back
ran out of rubber bands, so i left it loose
i’m tryna figure out why these f+ck n+ggas be hatin’
but, that’s what n+ggas do
still in rotation, i get on the move
bangin’ the five, they think a n+gga neighborhood
the way i up the blues
wanna be famous, i’ll help you make the news
aye, if you thinkin ian gone smack you if ya play then you a f+ckin’ fool
real trapper at it’s finest
might cuban link my b+tch and buss her neck down with diamonds
in the trap where you could find me, phone jumpin like it’s jordan
these n+ggas can’t even get up off they sack, half these f+ck n+ggas h++rders
nah, for real

- trigga500k lyrics

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