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lirik lagu lil wayne - trigger man

[verse 1]
f-ck that n-gga—p-ssy–ss n-gga
straight murder that boy and every p-ssy that’s with em
sit him in the trunk, tell him, “let’s have fun”
no noise fat potato on the end of the gun
my boy’s get that paper just as quick as it come
and if you’re standing in the way then mama missing her son
i remember back in the day it was me and brandon
cut school, smoke weed, i was strapped, he had one too
rest in peace from the hollygrove crew
tell ya momma i will do whatever she need me to do

[chorus]
lil beezy we use to get red-eye
can’t believe my n-gga dead ah

[verse 2]
i’m an apple street k!ller, a eagle street soldier
lil spitter i’m a ropa, silver duck tape her
i’m a kidnapper, if ya b-tch look good bet i’m a get at her
she see me in the coupe i put the petal to the metal
if ya boy wanna trip i put the ratta to the tatta
everybody scatter tryna get the f-ck away
sparks fly, gl-ss shatter, situation gets sadder
daddy i’m a pitcher, who’s the next batter
i whip it like gadda and i throw it right at em
junior high school, high school when i had em
had 10 dollar bags 25 dollar package
we ain’t even in the same lane, stop lacking
d-mn even mack maine tell me i’m macking
n-gga stop trippin, b-tch shake ya laffy taffy
this is new orleans cl-ssic, young wayne the main attraction

[hook 2]
i got that goose in my system
somebody gone be my victim

[verse 3]
talkin with ya b-tch, meeting with ya b-tch, creeping with ya b-tch now i’m sleepin with ya b-tch, you can keep her, she a b-tch
i don’t love her, i don’t trust her
n-gga own mother told me the b-tch loves to hustle
gotta get that paper baby, gotta get that cake
cop a black lamborghini, put gold on the plates
home to the beach, sand at my feet
r1 one wheel hanging off the seat
my n-gga lil naughty was a downtown g
we use to blow 2 or 3, tell me all about the streets
my n-gga soulja slim had a motherf-ckin message
magnolia head busta, uptown legend

[hook 3]
lil naughty we use to get red eye
i can’t believe my n-gga dead ah
lil soulja he meant what he said, ah
i can’t believe that n-gga dead, ah

[verse 3]
my n-gga lil spitta that’s my n-gga all day
first bullet out the barrel n-gga better guard your face
say my n-gga lil spitta he in the game let’s play
he about to take over for my half time break

[verse 4: curren$y]
now once upon a time not long ago
he was in the hospital and d-mn near broke
and all he had was a mask and a glock
a box of baking soda and a couple of pots
the streets was empty, the fiends was hungry
he wanted to give em just what they wanted
to get cheap c0ke all he needed was connect
so he called his homie wayne from the hollygrove set

[verse 5: lil wayne]
yes, then i got his call, i’ll be on the way
don’t worry about nothing but that money to be made
met up with spitter we got the sh-t straight
and i gave him the dope and i kept the yay
now we on the grind and the b-tches know who we are
i come through in the car like gosh
my posture as delicate as fur, i’m all hers
cut n-ggas head like barbers, fruity -ss n-ggas is starburst
throw em in the ceiling fans
little wayne weezy baby motherf-cking triggaman
yeah-yeah, throw em in the ceiling fans
little wayne weezy baby motherf-cking triggaman
yeah-yeah the motherf-cking triggaman

[outro]

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