Trigger Finger歌词

作词 : Carter, Dwayne
作曲 : Carter, Dwayne
I ain't lookin' back, *******.
I'm a douchebag to
these ******* ass *******s.
Hammer in my draws
but I nail yo *******.
Blunts like fingers,
I'm bout to make a fist.
Everybody die,
gon' bury me alive.
Grab life by the horns,
put the bull*******t aside.
Glock clip full like
the moon in the sky.
I'm at the gas station
adding fuel to the fire.
Life ain't *******t
but ******* and money.
I pass that ******,
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 *******s in shape.
Tools on deck, tattoos on necks.
Life is a *******, I'll make her yo ex.
Better turn to God,
'fore I turn to Godzilla.
How the ******* you gon' talk *******t to diarrhea
Mutha*******a 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 mutha*******a run in ya home.
For a crumb and a bone
and put one in ya dome.
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
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'. *******

I don't like to dream
about gettin' paid.
You ain't gon' hurt
nobody like Kid 'n Play.
Ain't nun sweet
but the codeine *******.
Eyes hella red like chlorine *******.
I was gettin' that *******,
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 *******,
the feds on my nerves.
I walk it like I talk it,
got legs on my words.
If she don't suck *******,
I don't give her that *******.
Got the world in my hands,
I'ma dribble that *******.
Money is the issue,
full court pressure.
I like my blunt, Nutty Professor.
I'm a straight rider with a getaway driver.
Hit you dead on the money
now you dead on arrival.
I don't ******* with these *******s,
too old for new friends.
But never too rich for new money.
These *******s buying hatorade
by the twelve pack.

Like two stomachs.
I'm laced up like two shoes,
miss goody.

Keep that ratchet *******.
Trigger finger itchin',
I'll scratch you *******.
Blow yo ******' brains out in traffic *******.
Got green, New Orleans,
St. Patrick *******.
One ******* on 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.
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
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'. *******

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.

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 *******s nag like *******.
Actin' like little fags like Richard.
And all of my ******* be bad as vision
You got a problem
I can fix it like a mathematician.
I ammunition, call me ammo for short.
Trukfit *******rt, camo the shorts.
Ya girl is a freak, ya man is a narc.
Put ya son ya in arm, or put one in ya dome.
One in ya dome...