Lil Wayne feat. Soulja Boy - Trigger Finger [I Am Not A Human Being II] | Текст песни

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• Lil Wayne feat. Soulja Boy
• Trigger Finger [I Am Not A Human Being II]

I ain’t lookin’ back nigga
I’m a douchebag to these pussy ass niggas
Hammer in my draws, but I nail yo’ bitch
Blunts like fingers, I’m ’bout to make a fist
Everybody die, go and bury me alive
Grab life by the horns, put the bullshit aside
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky
I’m at the gas station adding fuel to the fire
Life ain’t shit, but bitches and money
I pass that weed, like I studied
Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix
Highway to Heaven, I’m taking the scenic
You tied to the track of my train of thoughts
And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks
And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I’m a sensei
And I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape
Tools on deck, tattoos on necks
Life is a bitch, I’ll make her yo’ ex
Better turn to God ‘fore I turn to Godzilla
How the fuck you gon’ talk shit to diarrhea?
Motherfucker it’s on, I’m just rubbing ‘em wrong
Put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone
I’ll have a broke motherfucker run in ya home
For a crumb and a bone, and put one in ya dome

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
One in ya dome, one in ya dome
One-one in ya dome, one in ya dome
One in ya dome, one in ya dome
One-one in ya dome, one in ya dome
Uh, empty stomach, full clip
I’m gon’ get it, gon’ get it
Empty stomach, full clip
I’m gon’ get it, gon’ get it
My trigger finger itchin’
My trigger finger itchin’
My trigger finger itchin’
My trigger finger itchin’
My trigger finger itchin’
Nigga

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
I don’t like to dream about gettin’ paid
You ain’t gon’ hurt nobody like Kid ‘n Play
Ain’t nothin’ sweet but the codeine nigga
Eyes hella red like chlorine in ‘em
I was gettin’ that pussy, I was gettin’ that money
Long hair, don’t care, hacksaw, Jim Duggan
Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step
Two rights don’t make a wrong, three rights, make a left
The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves
I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words
If she don’t suck dick, I don’t give her that dick
Got the world in my hands, I’mma dribble that bitch
Money is the issue, full court pressure
I like my blunt Nutty Professor
I’mma straight rider with a getaway driver
Hit you dead on the money, now you dead on arrival
I don’t fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends
But never too rich for new money
These niggas buying hatorade by the twelve pack, like two stomachs
I’m laced up like two shoes, Miss Goodie
Keep that ratchet nigga
Trigger finger itchin’, I’ll scratch you nigga
Blow yo’ fuckin’ brains out in traffic nigga
Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick nigga
One bitch in the whip, one on the phone
The one on the phone is in front of ya home
She ’bout to run in ya home and put one in ya dome

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
One in ya dome, one in ya dome
One-one in ya dome, one in ya dome
One in ya dome, one in ya dome
One-one in ya dome, one in ya dome
Uh, empty stomach, full clip
I’m gon’ get it, gon’ get it
Empty stomach, full clip
I’m gon’ get it, gon’ get it
My trigger finger itchin’
My trigger finger itchin’
My trigger finger itchin’
My trigger finger itchin’
My trigger finger itchin’
Nigga

[Verse 3 - Soulja Boy]
Rest in peace to the game cause I’m fresh to death
Rest in peace to the game, tell them kill theyself
Make yo’ death wish cause I’m too fresh
Cause I’m fresh to death, cause I’m fresh to death
You go broke tryna get fresh like this
Rest in peace to the game cause I killed it
I’m fresh to death, I’m fresh to death
What you talkin’? I came out a coffin
Yeah

[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne]
I just can’t see myself living in a house of mirrors
I bought me a double R, cause I went from rags to riches
And these niggas nag like bitches
Actin’ like little fags like Richard
And all of my bitches be bad as vision
You got a problem? I can fix it like a mathematician
I ammunition, call me ammo for short
TRUKFIT

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