xelishurt - trigger lyrics
[intro]
trunja
[verse 1]
whippin’ in the vette and the b+tch go zoom
yeah, swervin’ in the city, like b+tch hose you
yeah, holding twin glocks coming light, hose you
yeah, n+ggas hit my name, then i might go shoot
yeah, love when she come in and tag me down
f+cking that b+tch in the back seat now
yeah, she lovin’ the bands that i’m stacking now (yuh)
she with yo b+tch and she nappin’ now (uh)
yeah, hop in there dirty until i get f+cked up
yeah, whippin’ in the jeet and it is a fat ass truck
yeah, double the cop and i’m in the benz, like boop
yeah, taking the hits and i gеt the bliss, go smooth
yeah, hittin’ that b+tch and it straight out the showеr
yeah, gun in a range, and that sh+t pow+, power
yeah, all of my n+ggas, they rollin’ in sour
yeah, go through that n+gga, with burners like flower
[verse 2]
stay in there, hoppin’ like meta knight
uhh, i’m doing that sh+t more bett+, more bett+, more better (uh)
keep me a blade and she short like cheddar
yeah, tug on my d+ck and she pull like a lever
makin’ her body move right to the vette, uh
bl+bl+bl+bl+block on the counter and i turn off the bathroom
yeah, put me on molly b+tch do it like mike+ (like mike)
put me the seat, like i lean till i fluttering
yeah, keep me a steak and i shoot with the bape in
countin’ those shots and i’ll shoot with the b+10
yeah, hit that glocky and i’m pullin’ a full stack
storing the coke and i’ll take to the day (yeah)
told her+to+t+t+t+t+the group, she like [?]
yeah, told ya that shorty gonna do what i say man
yeah, holding the gum and i shoot like i’m rayman
hit with the powers i+i got you g+y man
i may go blast on the b+tch like (b+tch like)
hit with the bat, it’s the b+tch spite, (b+tch spite, b+tch spite)
got me a rollie, i’m rolling on a b+tch like
n+ggas got jealous of b+tch right
[verse 2]
wait, wait, she wanna talk i can’t keep at my face
got a b+tch in the crib and she sit on my face
glock on my waist and it sit in the case
if you run up on me i’ma ruin your day (wait, wait)
switch i’m incredible, shorty was sucking my d+ck and my t+st+cl+s
said he was up and he acting so federal
i got a b+tch and she said i’m intellectable, money collectable
i got some money and i went to the store with my shorty
and i’m probably breaking in fendi (aye)
so many racks on my bank till i’m swiping’ my card
and i dont give a f+ck, when i’m sweaty (wait, wait, wait)
i got a gat in the clip, its extending (aye, wait)
i swear to god that this heart rate is empty (wait)
don’t f+ck with b+tches cause i am not friendly
draining his blood, till his body is empty
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